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 surrounded the
The blew strong and cold
the silent 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 of harvest time
A of eternity

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

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

I looked upon a
Spanning centuries

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

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