Luyện nghe bài hát Tai Shan

High on the mountain
Up the seven thousand
In the golden light of
was magic in the air

Clouds the summit
The blew strong and cold
Among the temples
And the carved in gold

in my instincts
The primitive hold

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

If you raise your to heaven
You will live a hundred
I stood there a mystic
in the atmosphere

The clouds were parted
For a moment I see
The patterns of the
Reaching to the sea

I upon a presence
Spanning forty

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

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