Luyện nghe bài hát Sand

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

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

Young woman share fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is
I am a stranger in land
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 thee Sand

Oh sir my is burning high
If it stop sir I would die
A shooting has crossed my land
Wandering man, - She whispered, -

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

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