Luyện nghe bài hát Sand

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was a in my land
A wandering man, she me sand