Luyện nghe bài hát Sand

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

Oh sir my fire is very
It will not warm thy at all
But thee may take me by the
Hold me and call thee Sand

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

At night when light up the sky
Oh sir I my fire is high
Oh taste lips sir if you can
Wandering man, I call Sand

Oh sir my fire is burning
If it should stop sir I die
A star has crossed my land
Wandering man, - She whispered, -

Young woman her fire with me
Now warms herself memory
I was a stranger in her
A wandering man, she called me

He was a in my land
A wandering man, i him sand