Luyện nghe bài hát Sand

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

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

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

At when stars 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 high
If it should sir I would 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 stranger in my
A man, i called him sand