Luyện nghe bài hát Tzion

Yes a man is born into trouble it like the day turns to night
the sun turns to ran and a man is born into trouble a jew in germany like a slave in chains.
And the wind is so and the earth raise to meet.
Within this of clay a heart 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 trouble like a woman says love like a woman turns away.
And we live on the border yer the border of night and day within this body of clay with sorrow and so much pain and so much pain.

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

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