Luyện nghe bài hát Tzion

Yes a man is born trouble it comes like the day turns to night
the sun to ran and a man is born into trouble like a jew in germany like a slave in chains.
And the wind is so heavy and the earth to meet.
Within this body of clay a of gold does beat.

And with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face
me and run to the higher place.

Yes a man is born into trouble comes like the heat to the desert like the pain to the cut and a man is born into trouble a woman says love like a woman turns away.
And we live on the yer the border of night and day within this body of clay with sorrow and so much pain sorrow and so much pain.

And the wind in my hair and with the sun on my face
me and run to the higher place.

Yes a man is born into trouble comes like the child in play and like lovers in what they say.
And a man is born trouble like a church in Russia and like a power play.
And yes run the good race fight the good fight this body of clay and that's all I want to say
all I to say.