Luyện nghe bài hát Sand

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

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

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

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

Oh sir my is burning high
If it should stop sir I die
A shooting star has 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 me sand

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