Luyện nghe bài hát Shan Shui

By the wandering
Where the sun goes
Swims a green trout
With its shadow low
Through the wandering
With the stones' sliding
And my fin feet seem to know
Where the water flow.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shan

At the of the falls,
Yellow leaping
To a footpath
Where my following go,
Past the little red
With their sweeping
Into bristling
With their twisted of cones.

The unrolls
my feet.
Where this
path of paper
Finally
Everything
is poised.
This wildness
With its
the void.

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

On a clings the brush,
Tiny 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
shan

wo le zi ji
gen wo lai han leng qi

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

The unrolls
my feet.
Where this
Painted of paper
Finally