Luyện nghe bài hát Tai Shan

High on the mountain
Up the thousand stairs
In the golden light of
There was in the air

surrounded the summit
The wind strong and cold
Among the silent
And the writings in gold

in my instincts
The primitive hold

I at the top of the mountain
And China to me
In the peaceful haze of harvest
A song of

If you raise your hands to
You live a hundred years
I stood there like a
Lost in the

The were suddenly parted
For a I could see
The patterns of the
Reaching to the sea

I looked upon a
forty centuries

I at the top of the mountain
And China to me
In the peaceful haze of time
A of eternity

I thought of and distance
The hardships of
I heard the and the hunger
When China to me
China sang to me