Luyện nghe bài hát Tai Shan

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

Clouds surrounded the
The blew strong and cold
the silent temples
And the carved in gold

in my instincts
The primitive took

I at the top of the mountain
And sang to me
In the haze of harvest time
A of eternity

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

The clouds suddenly parted
For a I could see
The patterns of the
to the eastern sea

I upon a presence
Spanning forty

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

I thought of and distance
The of history
I heard the hope and the
When China to me
China sang to me