Luyện nghe bài hát Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane lies on the evening
On board is a man and his
sit secure and warm
and slip the trap of sleep
In hours they will be there
for their birthday

The view is the sky is clear

Onward, onward ruin
We live, until we die
doesn't belong in the sky
So the Lord in calls
his to the wind
Bring me this human

The child still has to lose
There an echo to his ears
A dull rumble drives the
and the driver laughs
He the human man freight awake

Onward, into ruin
We must live we die
And the child to his father
Do you not hear the
That is the King of the
He wants me to be his

From the clouds drops a
They creep the little ear
here, stay here
We'll be to you
here, stay here
We are your

The storm the flying machine
The pressure falls quickly in the
A dull rumble drives the
The human screams in panic

Onward, into ruin
We live until we die
And to the God, pleads the child
take back the wind
Bring us unscathed to

From the clouds drops a
They creep into the ear
Come here, here
We will be to you
here, stay here
We are your

The father holds the child, tightly
And presses him onto
He doesn't notice the child's breathing
But Fear no compassion
So the father, with his
Presses the soul from the
sets itself upon the wind and sings:

Come here, stay
We will be to you
Come here, here
We are brothers