Luyện nghe bài hát Sand

Young share your fire with me
My is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in land
A wandering man, call me

Oh sir, my fire is small
It will not warm thy at all
But thee may take me by the
me and I'll call thee sand

Young woman your fire with me
My is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your
A wandering man, me sand

At night stars light up the sky
Oh sir, I dream my fire is
Oh, taste lips, sir, if you can
Wandering man, I call thee

Oh sir, my fire is burning
If it should stop, sir, I die
A shooting star has my land
Wandering man, she sand, sand

Young woman shared her with me
Now warms herself with
I was a in her land
A man, she called me sand

He was a stranger in my
A man, she called me sand