Luyện nghe bài hát Shan Shui

By the wandering
Where the sun goes
Swims a little trout
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
shan

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

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

The scroll
my feet.
Where will
Painted of paper
lead?

On a bluff the brush,
tiptoes hanging
To the fissured-fist
All and overthrown.
And the pillars up
To the soft longing;
Though the ladder steep,
My feet climbing the stone.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shui

wo le zi ji
gen wo lai han leng qi

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

The scroll
my feet.
Where this
Painted of paper
lead?