Luyện nghe bài hát Nida

The keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -
under desert , its black heart's beating
the pulsing liquid - ours for the taking

But beyond the marked borders , beyond lines
the dust's red , the wind's carrying cries
and all around the world the world closed its
A people without land fights for
as winds disperse all calls for assistance
Will their be the price of our silence ?
The only sounds heard are nations'
blood-thirsty of immediate action
should the hold on resources be threatened

their can be no excuses , no
no turned away from their situation
the price of our silence be their annihilation !
Beyond the marked , beyond strategic lines
the dust's red , the wind's carrying cries
and all around the world the closes its eyes.