Luyện nghe bài hát Shan Shui

By the pines
Where the sun hiding
Swims a little trout
With its wallowing low
Through the wandering
With the stones' slick
And my little fin seem to know
Where the must flow.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shui

At the of the falls,
Yellow leaping
To a narrow
my footsteps following go,
Past the little red
With their corners
Into bristling
With their twisted of cones.

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

The scroll
my feet.
Where this
Painted of paper
Finally

On a bluff the brush,
Tiny hanging
To the fissured-fist
All and overthrown.
And the pile up
To the clouds' 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 path of
Finally
Everything
is poised.
This wildness
its back
the void.

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