Luyện nghe bài hát Shan Shui

By the pines
Where the sun goes
Swims a little green
With its wallowing low
Through the wandering
With the slick sliding
And my little fin seem to know
the water must flow.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shui

At the of the falls,
Yellow leaping
To a footpath
Where my following go,
the little red roofs
With their corners
Into pines
With their branches of cones.

The scroll
my feet.
Where this
Painted of paper
lead?
Everything
is poised.
This wildness
its back
the void.

The unrolls
my feet.
Where will
Painted of paper
Finally

On a clings the brush,
Tiny hanging
To the fissured-fist
All and overthrown.
And the pillars up
To the clouds' longing;
the ladder grows steep,
My keep climbing the stone.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shui

wo le zi ji
gen wo lai han leng qi

The scroll
my feet.
Where will
path of paper
Finally
pulses;
is poised.
This wildness
With its
the void.

The unrolls
my feet.
Where will
Painted path of
Finally