Luyện nghe bài hát Shan Shui

By the wandering
the sun goes hiding
Swims a green trout
its shadow 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
shan

At the of the falls,
Yellow footbridge
To a narrow
Where my footsteps go,
the little red roofs
With their sweeping
bristling pines
With their twisted of cones.

The unrolls
my feet.
Where will
Painted path of
Finally
pulses;
is poised.
This wrestles
its back
the void.

The scroll
my feet.
Where this
Painted path of
Finally

On a bluff the brush,
Tiny hanging
To the rocks
All and overthrown.
And the pillars up
To the clouds' longing;
Though the grows steep,
My feet keep the stone.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shan

wo le zi ji
gen wo lai han shang qi

The unrolls
my feet.
Where this
path of paper
Finally
pulses;
is poised.
This wrestles
its back
the void.

The scroll
my feet.
Where will
path of paper
Finally