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 writings in gold

in my instincts
The primitive hold

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

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

The were suddenly parted
For a moment I see
The of the landscape
Reaching to the sea

I upon a presence
forty centuries

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

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