Satya! Why you don't accept me huhuhu

I tried in every way to show you every day

That you are the air I breath

You are the water I drink

You make me feel the love is true

And you are my everything

The life will be complete

If i have you in my life

Now I would be here in the darkness

I would be here for all time

Watching over you

Comfort and sing to you

You always stand by my side

I don't want to leave you anymore

Please come to me with a scorching heart

Let the birds singing in the trees

Let the sun brighting over the forests

Let me take care you like a holy mission

Come to me and we will be happy together

The legend of To Thi rock bringing her baby in her arm

A long time ago, in the northen part of Vietnam, there was a widow, she had to go to a river to catch crabs and snails everyday to bring up two her children, a boy and a girl. The boy was To Van, he was ten years old and the girl was To Thi, she was about eight. They played together all day and they were very naughty.

One day, To Van threw a stone to play with his sister and suddenly the stone hit To Thi’s head. To Thi fell into a dead faint from fright and blood ran out of her head. To Van was very scare and he ran out the road as fast as he could.

Fortunately, after that a neighbor came and saved To Thi’s life. When the widow came back, To Thi could sit up but To Van did not come back.

He went away without a trace. Day after day, the widow found everywhere but she could not find him. The widow missed him very much and she was sick. Then the widow died and left To Thi alone. The neighbor brought up To Thi and a few months later all of them moved out of their house to another place, near Lang Son.

To Thi grew up and became a very beautiful and perfect girl, so there were lots of men wanted to date with her. She worked in a small food shop. There were lots of customers in her shop, most of them not only came there for food but they also came for asking her.

One day, there was a young man who was over twenty, he brought Chinese traditional medicine from Cao Bang to Lang Son to sell. He heard about To Thi’s shop and he looked for it. He came to the shop many times and they fell in love. They got married and a year later they had a baby girl.

One day, the husband was sitting on the stair and he was telling some funny stories to his wife. His wife was washing her hair, suddenly the husband saw a scar on her head and asked her about it. The wife told him why she had the scar on her head and the husband’s face became white. He knew exactly that his wife was also his sister. He was very sad and wretched about that. Before he thought that his sister might die, so he could not go back his house because he could not explain to his mother about his stupid action. And he thought that if he goes far away again, his sister may be able to get married again because she is still young and she did not know about their story.

He decided to join the army to forget everything. He wrote a letter and left his sister again. To Thi was sad and she cried a lot. Day after day and night after night, she carried her baby and went to the Tam Thanh temple to pray for her husband and cried. She went to the temple everyday and waited for her husband wretchedly but her husband did not go back.

One day, it was dark and there was a heavy rainstorm, To Thi missed her husband very much and she climbed up a rock. She stared into the horizon and she cried. Suddenly, there were lots of thunder and lightning, the mountain shook. It rained heavier but she still stood there with her baby on the rock.

Next day, the weather was calm and the sun was bright over the forest without wind. Everybody saw To Thi but she became a rock with her baby in her arm.

Nowadays, there are still lots of tourists who travel to Lang Son to see the legend rock and they can hear the story in many ways. There was a Vietnamese folk about the rock:

“Dong Dang has Ky Lua street,
A To Thi rock and Tam Thanh temple”

By your side

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J95rAr0gOFU

Why are you striving these days
Why are you trying to earn grace
Why are you crying
Let me lift up your face
Just don’t turn away

Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching as if I’m not enough
To where will you go child
Tell me where will you run
To where will you run

‘Cause I’ll be by your side
Where you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don’t fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Look at these hands and my side
They swallowed the grave on that night
When I drank the world’s sin
So I could carry you in
And give you life
I want to give you life

And I’ll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don’t fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Cause I…. I love you!
I want you to know
That I, I love you!
I’ll never let you go…..

Begin a day with my favourite job

I have been living in a small town for 25 years. I start my work every early morning. I have to cut lots of grass, vegetables and bulbs for my animals. I’ve got a lot of cows, pigs, chickens, ducks, horses and dogs. I’ve got a big garden with mangoes, lemons, oranges, mangosteens and bananas. I have been taking care of them for 10years. I sometimes go to a market near my town to buy something for my family. I don’t need to go many times a month because we have already had food, meats, milk, vegetables and fruits here. Although I have to work hard everyday but I have a happy family and my children have gone to school. I will always love my job, a farmer.

The first of September Day

Every year on the first of September
We have a special day for people
Who have lots of children
And teach them the best things in their life
May be you have bad children
May be you have naughty children
But all of them would think
And remember that they have a Teacher
And all of them would say that
Teacher, we will always love you forever!

My ambition

I’m studying English in Singapore and I’m going to finish 2 weeks later. After that I’m going to study Diploma, Higher Diploma and Degree in Tourism, Leisure and Hospitality for 2 and a half year in this country. When I finish my studies, I’m going back Vietnam and help my family to manage a hotel. I’d like to study further to acheive a Masters in an Europe country if I have enough money to do. I may get married when I finish Degree but I’m not sure. I’d like to have a happy family and some children in the future. If I have a happy family in my country, I’ll take care them and my parents. I’ll try my best to do that.

My English teacher

Satya is my english teacher in Singapore. She is 30 years old and she from Brazil. She came to Singapore to be a teacher 8 years ago.

She is tall and a little fat. She has green eyes and double eyelids. She has blonde long hair. She has a long neck and her skin is dark. She has a very nice voice, when she speaks it sounds like a bird singing.

She is a caring person and she always listens to the students. She is very funny in class ans she can tell a lot of jokes. We are very interested in the lessons when we are in school. She is revy smart because she can understand our ideas when we explain something. Satya is the perfect English teacher that I have ever seen. I love her very much and I will never forget her.

Although whatever......

Although it’s raining,
I’d like to go with you until the end of my life
Although cloud,
Or storms are coming here
Although the cold wind, the gloomy snow
Or the melancholy leaf
Oh my darling,
Although whatever, I still loving you!

Shoulder to shoulder
Give peacefully and happiness of the life to each other
Find our lips, share the tiring and the hurt heart
Hand in hand, wish an exile
Untidy and white hair, the trace of a deep love
Look at you, look at you in a jiff and say love you.

I pray that
You’re the dreams of my pillow
I’d like to hug you very tight
Just one time
Just a passionate night
Love and compassion of the connubial life.

Although in the future
Will be someone who’ll go with you until the end of this life
Although you
You want to tear my heart
Although you promised, promised thousands times
You blamed all life long
That’s already been late
Oh my darling,
Although whatever, I still loving you!

Boulevard

http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/Boulevard-DanByrd.IW6WW9FI.htmlI

I don't know why you said goodbye
Just let me know you didn't go forever my love
Please tell me why you made me cry
I beg you please I'm on my knees
If that's what you want me to

*Never knew that it would go so far
Why you left me on that boulervard
Come again you would release my pain
And we could be lovers again

Just once more chance, another dance
And let me feel it isn't real
That I've been losing you
The sun will rise within your eyes
Come back to me then we will be happy together

May be today I'll make you stay
A little while just for a smile in love together
For I will show a place I know in Tokyo
Where we could be happy forever .

A little love

http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/A-Little-Love-Fiona-Fung.IW60AFO9.html

Greatness as you

Smallest as me

You show me what is deep as sea

A little love, little kiss

A litlle hug, little gift

All of little something. these are our memories

You make me cry,

Make me smile,

Make me feel that love is true ...

You always stand by my side,

I don't want to say goodbye.

You make me cry,

Make me smile,

Make me feel the joy of love.

Oh! Kissing you ...

Thank you for all the love you always give to me,

Oh! I love you ...

(* Repeat from the beginning * 01 time)

Yes I do , I always do ...

Make me cry,

Make me smile

Make me feel that love is true

You always stand by my side

I don't want to say goodbye.

You make me cry,

Make me smile,

Make me feel the joy of love

Oh! Kissing you ...

Thank you for all the love you always give to me,

Oh! I love you ...

To be with you ... Oh! I love you ...

Hello

http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/Hello-DJ-nhoc-Vinh.IW60AFZE.html

i've been along with you inside my mind

and in my dreams i kiss your lips, a thoundsand times

i sometime see you pass out side my door

hello, is it me you're looking for?

i can see it in your eyes, i can see it in your smile

you're all i've ever wanted and my arms are open wide

cause you know just what to say

and you know just what to do

and i want to tell you so much.....

I Love You.................

i long to see the sunlight in your hair

and tell you times and times again

how much i care

sometime i feel my heart will over flow

hello, i 've just got to let you know

cause i wonder where you are

and i wonder what you do

are you somewhere feeling lonely

or is someOne loving you

tell me how to win your heart

for i haven't got a clue

but let me start by saying , I Love You...

hello, is it me you're looking for?

cause i wonder where you are

and i wonder what you do

are you somewhere feeling lonely

or is someOne loving you

tell me how to win your heart

for i haven't got a clue

but let me start by saying , I Love You...

http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/Hello-Lionel-Richie.IW60O7AO.html

The public opinion survey in Singapore

This evening, my teacher wanted my group to go on the street to interview some people. We had to ask someone some questions and then write the public opinion survey on our blogs.

The first person was a woman and she is about 35 years old. She is Singaporean and she’s teaching Chinese in Singapore. She said that: ‘My English is very bad, so I can’t help you.

The second one was a woman. She is about 28 years old. When I asked her, she said: ‘No’ immediately and waved her hand. She looked be very hurry because she walked very fast.

The third ones were a woman and a young girl. They told us they are from Japan and they’re going shopping. The woman’s husband is working in Singapore, so they come here to visit him. Although their English’s not well but they were very friendly and very pleased to answer us. The young girl said: ‘ The electronic goods in Singapore are cheaper than Japan’s.’ They told us they like Singapore very much. We had to say goodbye to them because we had to ask some more people.

The fourth one was a seller. She was selling shoes in a shop. She answered quickly: ‘I’m selling and I don’t have free time.’ She’s about 35 years old and I guessed she’s Singaporean.

The last one was a young girl and she’s about 25 years old. She was very friendly and she always smiled when she talked. She’s from Malaysia and she’s working in Singapore. She’s got dark skin and she’s very beautiful. When she knew that we are student from a language school, she was very happy. She told me: ‘Your English is very good!’ and she smiled tenderly. I was very happy and a little shy.

After we asked a few people in Singapore, I think Singaporeans are not friendly. They are very busy and they don’t want to answer to the strangers. I don’t know why they don’t want to answer like that but I’m a little disappointed. The foreigners in Singapore are very different. Most of them are very friendly and very kind. I hope that one day, all of people on over the world will be friendly to each other.

The second conditional

If I was a girl, I would like to do many things. I would like to have a beauty like an angel. I would like to have a big palace and a rich business man. I would like to have a lot servants to follow me everywhere. I would like to have some private jets and lots of modern cars. I would like to travel on over the world and sleep with all foreign guys from every country every night. I would like to have a small house to keep my diamonds and gold. I would like to become a super sexy model and a famous girl on over the world. I would like to have everything but I’m very sorry because that was a dream….

A special homework

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvv1eC4TaIM

Use these words and tell a story with the shortest way: certificate, concubine, cake, cat, car, cut, cap, chair, chin, catch, pee, paper, pie, pieces, parents, pink, pig, pen, people, population, spend, gay, Germany, gambling, game, ghost, Geography, glasses, go, rabbit, ruler, run, rain.

A long time ago, there was a German who was gay and he lived in a small town with his parents. The population of this town was about 50 people and there were lots of animals like rabbits, cats and pigs. They lived together and they were very happy.

He was very different from the others. He liked playing games and he loved gambling. One day, the gay was bored and he decided to spend $ 5,000 to go to New York to pee at the White House and went back home immediately after. That was very crazy!

When he was on the way home, he saw a ghost with glasses and a cap, it was reading a news-paper on a chair. It was raining. He was very scare and was going to run. Suddenly the ghost saw him and shouted: ‘If you don’t want to be killed, take this ruler and this pen and make a pink chocolate pie for me otherwise you’ll die!’

The gay did not know how to make it and he was scare. Suddenly, the ghost’s concubine arrived in a car and the concubine had a certification in Geography and it looked very happy. The concubine said: ‘Today I’m very happy, please do not kill anyone! I have a cake made from human's eyes and I’ll give you some pieces to eat.’

The gay was very scare and he peed on his trousers. The ghost put its finger on its chin and it said: ‘I’ve just thought of a new food, I think I should cut the gay’s baby and make a pie for our dinner.’
The ghost caught the gay's and then the gay became a real girl.

Linh, a cruel monster!

A long time ago, in a small and quiet town, there was a very strange family. Linh was a pretty and lovely girl but she was a very strange girl. She did not like the normal food and she liked to eat the food which was very strange from the other people. She fried gingers with camphor, bananas with ox’s horns or fish’s scales with chilly to eat.
Her grandmother told her that: ‘Linh, please do not eat like that because your stomach will not bear those terrible food.’
Her grandmother cried and told to her grandfather: ‘How our daughter could have a strange girl like that. This generation is really rubbishy!..hu.hu..’.
Her grandfather was just quiet and he felt sad very much.
One day, her grandparents went out to buy somthing and there was a handsome man passed her town to find a good wife. He was Jackie Ly Handsome ( All of people said that). Jackie stopped his horse at her house and said: ‘Is there anybody home? I need some water, please!’.
Linh opened the door and looked at Jackie, she was surprised: ‘What’s a handsome man! I wish I will be his wife!’. Linh began to greet him.
Jakie was a little bit shy when Linh was looking at him amorously without said nothing. After few minutes Jackie asked her: ‘The beautiful girl, please give me some water, I’m very thirsty now!’
Linh answered: ‘ Yes, handsome man, please come in my house and we’ll have dinner together.’
Jackie thought: ‘ She is really beautiful but… but she looks like a naughty girl…uhm…ok I come in first and I’ll go immediately after I drink water.’
But Linh was a bad girl like a goat, she put something in the glass and after Jackie drank, he fell down.
Linh laughed very loud and long: ‘Ha ha ha nobody can get off this house until he can finish my game.’
She was like a ghost with her green eyes and she began to do… something with Jackie. That was a poor man!
At night, Jackie woke up and he did not know what happened to him. He looked around the house and suddenly he screamed: ‘Oh my God! Where are my clothes? Why…why you did like that? I’ve just left from a graduation and come to this town to find a wife and now you got my virginity…hu…hu…I’m just 18 years old and I won’t be able to get married to any girl…you’re really a cruel monster!’
Linh laughed at him and said: ‘ You can stay here and do the house work for me like a servant ha…ha…ha…’
Jakie cried and said: ‘Please let me go and be a generous woman! I have my parents and they’re waiting for me to go back, please!’
Linh screamed: ‘No... way! You must stay here or you’ll die!’
Jackie did not have any way to choose, so he had killed himself and he had gone.’

My best friend

I have a lot of friends but I think my best friend is Hieu. He is also my favourite person because I respect him and wish that I can become a person like him. He has a good job, a happy family and he has a lovely baby girl.

He is the same age as me and he is from Vietnam. He is tall and very thin. I often call him “Hieu Ken”, which means “he looks like an opium addict”. He likes to wear shirts and trousers. He has short hair and dark eyes.

Although he is not good looking, he is always smiling at everybody. He is funny and he often tells funny stories. He is caring and he likes to help people and his friends, therefore everybody loves him. He does not like to womanize because he loves his wife and his baby. After he finishes his work, he goes home immediately to see his baby and plays with her. He often drinks beer with his friends on Saturdays but he does not drink much. He makes sure he is able to go home.

He is really an exemplary man because he has everything in his life - a good job, a happy family, friends and his angel lic baby - that’s why I wish I can be like him. He will always be my favourite person.

IF, BECAUSE and ALTHOUGH in LOVE

What kind of love are you pursuing?

1. The love with ‘IF’

This is a kind of love we will be received if we satisfy some expectances. If you success and have standing in the society, I’ll love you; If you can become my ideal husband, I’ll be your true woman; If you are a docile child, I’ll love you. These are the most popular love and may be there’re lots of people know about this kind. This is the kind to tie each other, I accept but on one condition and there is a driving force to make people to become egotists.

There are a lot of broken marriages because of this kind. The bridge and bridegroom don’t love by their heart, they only love by colorful images, dreams and hope to each other very much. When the illusions disappear and there is nothing likes they wanted to, they would become enemies to each other.

2. The love with ‘BECAUSE’

In this kind, a person’s loved because of some reasons. You have to have great values or suitable conditions with your lover’s standards. I love you because you’re very beautiful, famous, more special than the other, or I love you because you can ensure my life. You might laugh at those reasons, but can you be sure that you aren’t the person like that? Most people love a person because you can see the lovely characteristics of a person or that person holds your heart by some ways. May be you prefer ‘because’ than ‘if’ because ‘if’ expects you to try your best to satisfy of your lover, so you’ll feel wretched and tired. But if you are loved because you have had already features, that will be easier because you don’t have to try too much to keep that love.

However, the person who received the ‘because love’ will realize that is not different with ‘if love’ very soon. Because you don’t have 3 reasons: the tries, the incessant rivals to keep the love when you see there are lots of other characters who have the same virtue with you but more lovely than you; That will make you to be afraid of you are not really a lovely person of your lover. And the personality of a human often has 2 faces, the good face always shows off but only you know about the bad face of yourself; the third reason is you are afraid of you will have a lot of changes and you won’t be beautiful as you are at the moment. You think that you are loved because you are very beautiful, so that love will be disappeared when you don’t have beauty anymore.

3. The love with ‘ALTHOUGH’

This is really very different from the ‘if love’. It has no ties, and it also has no expectancies. This is also different from the ‘because love’, because it does not arise from the seductive features of yourself. An ugliest or a poorest person in this life could be loved when he/she meets the ‘although love’. He/she does not meet any pressure, he/she does not have to rival or be afraid of his/her standing to keep his/her love. He/she receives his/her love just because he/she is loved. Although he/she has mistake, stupidity, ugliness or cruelty, he/she still could be loved.
This is the kind of love that we really expect because it’s true, profound and disinterested. Although you are aware of this love or not, it’s really very important with you: more important than food, water, property, high position or houses. It’s the anchor to keep you with the life. You could be alive because you’re receiving a part of the ‘although love’ (There are lots of them in the love of parents with the children.), or because of you still hope that one day you will have this love. However, in the real life you can find the complete ‘although love’ difficultly, because whoever really wants to receive this love from the others, but you often sent the ‘if love’ and ‘because love’.

In fact, the loves can be viable because of the association of three of ‘if’, ‘because’ and ‘although’. The love will be strong if you can sacrifice, real love and understand to each other. The love will be strong because both of two people really want to think about the future and repair for it. The love will be strong forever although both of two people have a lot of differences.

I hope that everyone could find a real love which one is your best wish.

Nothing's gonna change my love for you

http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/Nothing-s-Gonna-Change-My-Love-For-You-Odette-Telleria.IW6WUCDW.html

If I have to live my life without you near me
The days would all be empty
The nights would seem so long
With you I see forever oh so clearly
I might have been in love before
But it never felt this strong

Our dreams are young and we both know
They’ll take us where we want to go
Hold me now, touch me now
I don’t want to live without you

Nothing’s gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by now how much I love you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll never ask for more than your love

Nothing’s gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by know how much I love you
The world may change my whole life through but
Nothing’s gonna change my love for you

If the road ahead is not so easy
Our love will lead the way for us
Like a guiding star
I’ll be there for you if you should need me
You don’t have to change a thing
I love you just the way you are

So come with me and share the view
I’ll help you see forever too
Hold me now, touch me now
I don’t want to live without you

Nothing’s gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by know how much I love you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll never ask for more than your love

Nothing’s gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by know how much I love you
The world may change my whole life through but
Nothing’s gonna change my love for you

I will always love you

http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/I-Will-Always-Love-You-Whitney-Houston.IW6W9U7C.html

If I should stay
I would only be in your way.
So I'll go but I know
I'll think of you
Every step of the way.


And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
You my darling you mmm

Bittersweet memories,
That is all I'm taking with me.
So goodbye, please don't cry.
We both know I'm not what you, you need.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.

(Instrumental)

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have
All you've dreamed of.
And I wish for you joy
And happiness.
But above all this, I wish you love.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I, I will always love you.
You, darling I love you.
I'll always, I'll always love you

I saw you walking in the rain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWMkpL6yKyU

I saw you (and her) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I will never be the same


I saw you (and her) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I will never be the same


Tossing and turning another sleepless night
the rain crashes against my window pane
Jumped into my car didn‘t drive too far
that moment I know I would never be the same


I saw you (and her) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I will never be the same


I saw you (and her) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I will never be the same


Now here you are begging to me
to give our love another try
Boy I love you and I always will
but darling right now I‘ve got to say goodbye
I saw you (and her) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I will never be the same


W: Hi baby how was your day today?
M: I love you,I want you, baby.
W: you miss me? Well , I missed you too
M: hey, come on baby
W: I missed you so much that I followed you today
M: what? you followed me?
W: Yeah, that‘s right. I saw you with that girl.
M: what girl?

W: Walking on the street,kissing her,holding her hand and now you come back to me ?No ,baby, forget you but I love you ,and I can‘t see you no more.

I saw you (and her) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I will never be the same

Walking in the rain

http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/Walking-in-the-rain-A1.IW6WI78O.html

BEN:] SITTING BY THE WINDOW

SINGING SONGS OF LOVE

WISHING YOU WERE HERE

BECAUSE THE MEMORY'S NOT ENOUGH

WEAR MY MASK IN SILENCE

PRETENDING I'M ALRIGHT

IF YOU COULD SEE THEN YOU WOULD BE

HERE STANDING BY MY SIDE

IT MAY BE HARD TO BELIEVE

BUT GIRL YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I NEED

IT MAY BE HARD ALONG THE WAY

IT'S THIS FEELING I GET

WHEN BLUE SKIES TURN TO GREY

FEELS LIKE I'M WALKING IN THE RAIN

I FIND MYSELF TRYING TO WASH AWAY THE PAIN

CAUSE I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME SOME SHELTER

CAUSE I'M FADING AWAY

AND BABY, I'M WALKING IN THE RAIN

[CHRISTIAN:] EVERY SINGLE HOUR

OF EVERY SINGLE DAY

I NEED TO CRY, MY EYES ARE DRY

I'VE CRIED MY TEARS AWAY

CAN'T HELP BUT REMEMBER

HOW YOU MADE ME FEEL

YOU DRESSED MY SOUL AND MADE ME WHOLE

YOU MADE MY LIFE COMPLETE

IT MAY BE HARD TO BELIEVE

BUT GIRL YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I NEED

IT MAY BE HARD ALONG THE WAY

IT'S THIS FEELING I GET

WHEN BLUE SKIES TURN TO GREY

FEELS LIKE I'M WALKING IN THE RAIN

I FIND MYSELF TRYING TO WASH AWAY THE PAIN

CAUSE I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME SOME SHELTER

CAUSE I'M FADING AWAY

AND BABY, I'M WALKING IN THE RAIN

[BEN:] OF ALL WE'VE SAID AND DONE

REMAINS THE MEMORIES OF DAYS

WHEN LIFE WAS FUN

BUT NOW WHEN YOU ARE GONE

I SIT ALONE TO WATCH THE

SETTING OF THE SUN

FEELS LIKE I'M WALKING IN THE RAIN

I FIND MYSELF TRYING TO WASH AWAY THE PAIN

CAUSE I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME SOME SHELTER

CAUSE I'M FADING AWAY

AND BABY, I'M WALKING IN THE RAIN

[CHRISTIAN:] I SAID BABY, I'M WALKING IN THE RAIN

I COULD BE THE ONE

http://mp3.zing.vn/mp3/nghe-bai-hat/I-could-be-the-one-Donna-Lewis.IWZC77D8.html

I could be your sea of sand
I could be your warmth of desire
I could be your prayer of hope
I could be your gift to everyday
I could be your tide of heaven
I could be a hint of what's to come
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I could be your blue eyed angel
I could be the storm before the calm
I could be your secret pleasure
I could be your well wishing well
I could be your breath of life
I could be your European dream
I could be ordinary
I could be the one

Now I would lie here in the darkness
Now I would lie here for all time
Now I would lie here watching over you
Comfort you
Sing to you

I could be your worry partner
I could be your socialite
I could be your green eyed monster
I could be your force of light
I could be your temple garden
I could be your tender hearted child
I could be ordinary
I could be the one

I would lie here in the darkness
I would lie here for all time
I would lie here watching over you
Comfort you
Sing to you

Will I ever change the journey
Will the hushed tones disappear
Oh little Rita Let me hold you
Oh little Rita Let me love you

I could be your leafy island
I could be your thunder in the clouds
I could be your dark enclosure
I could be your romantic soul
I could be your small beginning
I could be your suit in universe
I could be ordinary
I could be the one

I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I could be ordinary
I could be the one

M.O.T.H.E.R

M... Millions of things you gave me.
O… You’ve been being older.
T… You shed tears a lot because of me.
H… You’ve got a gold heart.
E… Your eyes always see my success and unsuccess.
R… The right things you’ve taught and advised to me.

MOTHER! You are my everything and nothing can compare with you. I wish YOU will be in this life forever with me and I love YOU very much! Anybody who had MOTHER and who has MOTHER, please thinking of your MOTHER very much and do not make your MOTHER hurt anymore as best as you could...

Proud of you

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Love in your eyes
Sitting silent by my side
Going on
Holding hand
Walking through the nights
Hold me up
Hold me tight
Lift me up to touch the sky
Teaching me to love with heart
Helping me open my mind

I can fly
I’m proud that I can fly
To give the best of mine
Till the end of the time
Believe me I can fly
I’m proud that I can fly
To give the best of mine
The heaven in the sky

Stars in the sky
Wishing once upon a time
Give me love
Make me smile
Till the end of life
Hold me up
Hold me tight
Lift me up to touch the sky
Teaching me to love with heart
Helping me open my mind

I can fly
I’m proud that I can fly
To give the best of mine
Till the end of the time
Believe me I can fly
I’m proud that I can fly
To give the best of mine
The heaven in the sky

Can’t you believe that you light up my way
No matter how that easy my path
I’ll never lose my faith

See me fly
I’m proud to fly up high
Show you the best of mine
Till the end of the time
Believe me I can fly
I’m singing in the sky
Show you the best of mine
The heaven in the sky

Nothing can stop me
Spread my wings… so wide

Imray Came Back. Part 2

Suddenly he stopped talking, his eyes on one corner of the ceiling, above my chair.

‘Well, look at that!’ he said quietly.

I turned and looked up. There was the head of a very dangerous brown snake, called a ‘karait’ in India. It was looking at us with its cold little eyes from a small door in that corner of the ceiling. I stood up quickly and moved away from that corner of the room – I do not like any snakes, I am afraid of them, and the ‘karait’ is one of the most dangerous and frightening snakes. It kills so easily and so quickly.

‘Let’s get it down and break its back,’ I said.

‘It’s very hard to catch those brown snakes, you know,’ Strickland answered. ‘They move so fast. But let’s try. Bring that light over.’

I carried the light across to the corner of the room where the snake was, watching it carefully all the time. It did no move. Strickland carried his chair over to the same corner, took one of his guns from a cupboard near the door and climbed up on the chair. But the snake saw him coming. Its head suddenly disappeared and we heard it move away across the ceiling above our heads.

‘Snakes like it up there in the ceiling – it’s nice and warm,’ said Strickland. ‘But I don’t like having them here. I’m going up to catch it.’

He pushed open the small door in the ceiling and put his head and arms through. He had the gun in one hand, ready to hit the snake with it and break its back. I watched from below.

I heard Strickland say: ‘I can’t see that snake, but… Hello! What’s this? There’s something up here…’ and I saw him pushing at something with the gun. ‘I can’t quite get it,’ he said, and then suddenly: ‘It’s coming down! Be careful down there! Stand back!’

I jumped back. Something hit the centre of the ceiling hard from above, broke noisily through it into the room and hit the dinner table. It broke some glasses and plates on the table. There was water all over the floor. I went over with the light and looked down at the thing on the table. Strickland climbed quickly off the chair and stood next to me. It was a man; a dead man.

‘I think,’ Strickland said slowly, ‘that our friend Imray is back.’

Suddenly something moved out from under one leg of the thing on the table. It was the brown snake, the ‘karait’, trying to get away.

‘So the snake came down with our dead friend, I see,’ Strickland said and he pushed the snake off the table onto the floor, hit it with his gun and broke its back. I looked at the dying snake on the floor and said nothing.

Strickland went over to a cupboard and took out a bottle of whisky and two glasses. He gave me a drink.

‘Is it Imray?’ I asked.

‘Yes. That’s Imray,’ he answered. ‘And somebody killed him.’

Now we knew why there were noise round the house at night, and why Tietjens did not like sleeping inside the house. She knew that Imray was up there, dead. She knew that Imray’s ghost walked through the house at night, trying to find somebody to help him.

A minute later we heard Tietjens outside. She pushed open the door with her noise and came in. she looked at the dead man on the table and sat down on the floor next to Strickland, looking up at him.

‘You knew Imray was up there all the time, over our heads,’ Strickland said to the dog, looking down at her. ‘Somebody killed him and perhaps you know who did it, too. Dead man do not climb up into the ceilings of houses and close the ceiling door behind them. So the question is who put him there and closed the ceiling door? And who killed him? Let’s think about it.’

‘Let’s think about it in the other room,’ I said. ‘Not here.’

‘You’re right,’ said Strickland, with a smile. ‘Let’s go into the living-room.’

We went through to the living-room and sat there, smoking cigarettes and drinking our whisly. Strickland said nothing, but sat quiet and through for a minute or two. His gun was on the floor next to his chair.

‘So Imray is back,’ he said again, slowly. ‘You know, when I took this house, I took Imray’s three servants, too. They stayed here to work for me. Did one of them kill him? I was not quite happy about that when I questioned them at the time Imray disappeared, you know.’

‘Why not call them in, one of a time, and question them again?’ I said. ‘See what they have to say.’

There was a noise at the back door, from the kitchen. It was Bahadur Khan, Strickland’s servant, coming in to take the dinner things away. Strickland called him and the man came into the living-room without any noise. He wore no shoes. Ha was a tall and strong-looking man. He stood quietly near the door and waited.

‘It’s a very warm night, Bahahur Khan. Do you think more rain is coming?’ Strickland began.

‘Yes, sir. I think it is,’ the servant answered.

‘When did you first start to work for me, Bahahur Khan?’

‘When you came to live in this house, sir. You know that. After Mr. Imray suddenly went away to Europe, sir.’

‘He went away to Europe, you say? Why do you say that?’

‘All the servants say he went to Europe, sir.’

‘Do they? That’s very strange, Bahahur Khan. I asked them before, but they didn’t know. You said it to me, Bahahur Khan – but they didn’t know. And Mr. Imray went to Europe, you say, but he never said a word about it to his friends or to his other servants before he went. He told only you, Bahahur Khan. Do you think that is strange?’

‘It is strange, sir,’ the man answered very quietly.

‘And why do you say it? Why do you want us to think Mr. Imray went to Europe?’

The tall man did not answer. He looked very frightened now; his eyes were white in the dark. He moved neared the door, but Strickland went on.

‘But now, suddenly, Mr. Imray is back again, Bahahur Khan! He’s back in this house. Come and see him. He’s waiting for his old servant.’ Strickland took his gun off the floor and stood up quickly. He pushed the gun into Bahahur Khan’s face.

‘Sir!’ The tall Indian moved back, very frightened now, and put up his hands.

‘Go and look at the thing on the table in the next room, Bahahur Khan,’ Strickland said. ‘Go on. Take the light. Go and see Mr. Imray. He’s waiting for you.’

Slowly the man took the light and walked to the door. Strickland was behind him, pushed the gun into his back. The tall Indian stopped near the table and look down at the dead man. His face was yellow with fear.

‘You see?’ asked Strickland coldly. ‘Mr. Imray is back.’

‘I see, sir.’

‘And now I know; you killed him, Bahahur Khan. Why?’

‘I killed him, sir, yes. He was not a good man, sir. He put his hand on my child’s head one day… the next day my child was very ill… and the next day he died. He was my oldest son, sir. Mr. Imray killed my son. He was a bad man. So I killed Mr. Imray in the evening of the same day when he came back from the office. Then I put him up above the ceiling and closed the door.’

Strickland turned to me. ‘You hear that? He killed Mr. Imray,’ he said. Then he went on: ‘You were clever, Bahahur Khan, but Mr. Imray came back. And now I’m taking you to the police station…’

‘But no, sir,’ Bahahur Khan said with a sad smile. ‘We are not going to the police station. Look, sir.’

He moved back from the table and showed us his foot. There was the head of the brown snake, the deadly ‘karait’, with its teeth in his foot.
‘You see, sir, I killed Mr. Imray but I do not want to die at the hands of the police. So I am dying now, here. This snake is killing me.’

An hour later Bahahur Khan was dead. Strickland called some of his policemen to take the two dead men. Imray and his killer, away to the town. And the ghost of Imray did not walk at night in the house again.

That night Tietjens came back inside the house and slept happily in her room.

Imray Came Back. Part 1

One day Imray was there, in the little town in the north of India where he lived and worked, and the next day he was not. He disappeared. One day he was with his friends, having a drink at the bar, laughing with them, friendly, and then the next morning he was not at his office, his house was quiet, and nobody could find him.

‘Where did he go?’ his friends asked each other at the bar. ‘And why so suddenly? Why did he say nothing to us?’

They looked in the rivers near the town, and along the roads, but they found nothing. They telephoned all the hotels in the nearest big city, but nobody there knew anything about Imray. Days went by and Imray did not come back. His friends in the town slowly stopped talking about him. They sold his old car, his guns and all his other things, and his boss wrote a letter to Imray’s mother, back in England, and told her that her son was dead. Disappeared.

Imray’s house stood unlived-in and quiet for three or four long, hot summer months. The hottest weather was finished when my friend Strickland, a policeman, moved to live in it. People said that Strickland was a very strange man but I always went to see him and have dinner with him when I was in the town working for a day or two. He had one or two other friends too; he liked his guns, he liked fishing and he liked his dog – a very big dog, called Tietjens. Tietjens always went to work with Strickland and often helped him in his police work, so the people of the town were quite afraid of her. Tietjens moved into the house with Strickland and she took the room next to Strickland’s, where she had her food and where she slept.

One day, some weeks after Strickland went to live in Imray’s house, I arrived in the town at about five o’clock one afternoon and found that there were no rooms at the hotel, so I went round to Strickland’s place.

Tietjens met me at the door, showing her teeth, not moving. She knew me quite well by this time but she did not want me to go in. She waited for Strickland to come and say a friendly ‘Hello’ to me before she moved away. Strickland was happy to give me a room for two or three days, and I went to get my bag from my car.

It was a nice house, with a big garden. Inside, there were eight rooms, all white and clean. Strickland gave me a good room and at six o’clock his Indian servant, Bahadur Khan, brought us an early dinner.

‘I must go back to the office station for an hour or two after dinner, I’m afraid. My men are questioning a man down there, and I want to know what answers they’re getting,’ Strickland said.

He left me at the house with a good cigar, and with Tietjens, the dog. It was a very hot, late-summer evening. Soon after the living-room watched the rain and thought about my family and friends back home in England. Tietjens came and sat next to me and put her head on my lag, looking sad. The room was dark behind me and the only noise was the noise of the rain driving down out of the night sky.

Suddenly, without a sound, Strickland’s servant was there, standing next to me. His coat and shirt were wet from the rain. ‘Sorry, sir. There’s man here, sir. He’s asking to see somebody,’ the servant said.

I asked him to bring a light and went to the front door, but when the light came, there was nobody there. When I turned, I thought I saw a face looking in through one of the windows from the garden. It disappeared quickly.

‘Perhaps he went round to the back door,’ I said to the servant, so we went through the living-room and the quiet, dark kitchen to the back door. But there was nobody there. I went back to my chair and my thoughts by the window, not very happy with Strickland’s servant and not very happy about the face at the window, the strange visitor in the rain. I took some sugar with me to give to Tietjens, but she was out in the garden, standing in the rain, and did not want to come inside. She looked frightened, I thought.

Some time later Strickland arrived home, very wet, and the first thing he asked was: ‘Any visitors?’

I told him about the disappearing visitor in the rain. ‘I thought perhaps he had something important to tell you,’ I said, ‘but then he ran away without giving his name.’

At nine o’clock he said he was tired. I was tired too, so we got up to go to bed. Tietjens was outside in the rain, very wet. Strickland called her again and again, but she did not want to come into the house.

‘She does this every evening now,’ he said sadly. ‘I can’t understand it. She’s god a good, warm room in here, but she doesn’t come inside and sleep in it. She started doing this soon after we came to live in this place. Let’s leave her. She can sleep out there if she wants to.’ But I knew he was not happy to leave her outside in the rain.

The rain started and stopped again all night, but Tietjens stayed outside. She slept near my bedroom window and I heard her moving about. I slept very lightly and I had bad dreams. In my half-sleep I dream that somebody was calling to me in the night, asked me to come to them, to help them. Then I woke up, cold with fear, and found there was nobody there. Once in the night I looked out of the window and saw the big dog out there in the rain, with the hair on her neck and back standing up and a frightened, angry look on her face. I slept again but woke up suddenly when somebody tried to open the door of my room. They did not come in but walked on through the house. Later, I thought I heard the sound of something crying. I ran through to Strickland’s room, thinking he was ill or that he wanted my help, but he laughed at my fears and told me to go back to bed. I did not sleep again after that. I listened to the rain and waited for the first light of morning.

I stayed in the house with Strickland and his dog for two more days. Tietjens was quite happy inside the house all day, but as soon as night came she moved out into the garden and stayed there. I understood. I was very happy in the house in daytime, too, but in the evening and at night I did not like it. There was something very strange about the place. I heard the noise of feet on the floor, but there was nobody there. I heard doors open and close, I heard the chairs move and I thought somebody watched me from the darkest corners of the rooms when I walked round the house.

At the dinner on the third evening I talked to Strickland. ‘I’m going to the hotel tomorrow – they’ve got a room there now. I’m very sorry but I can’t stay here. It’s the noises in the house, you see. I’m not getting any sleep at night and I can’t work well in the day because I’m too tired.’

He listened carefully and I knew he understood. Strickland is a very understanding man. ‘Stay with me another day or two, my friend,’ he said. ‘Please don’t go. Wait and see what happens. I know what you’re talking about. I know there’s something very strange about this house, and I want to know what is it. I think Tietjens knows – she doesn’t like coming after dark…’

Sisters Love. Part 2

It was a long, hot summer that year. Marcia went to church every Sunday morning, and Karin stayed at home with their father. When it was sunny – and it often was – Karin went up to her sunbed on the roof.

When Marcia went up to the roof garden, she always sat under the umbrella. But Karin put on lots of suntan oil and sat in the sun in her bikini.

‘The hot sun’s not good for your body,’ Marcia said.

Karin laughed. ‘Howard likes my body.’

‘No he doesn’t!’ Marcia said angrily.

‘Oh, he does!’ Karin said. ‘He’s very shy with women, but he always looks at my body very carefully. He does it all the time. Perhaps he wants me to take off—‘

‘Stop it, Karin!’ Marcia said. ‘Don’t say those things!’

Karin laughed. ‘What’s the matter, big sister? Are you afraid I’m going to take him from you?’

Marcia did not answer.

The next Sunday, Howard phoned Marcia early in the morning.
‘I – I don’t feel very well,’ he said. ‘I’m not going to church today.’

‘My love, I’m sorry,’ Marcia said. ‘Can I phone you when I get home?’

‘Yes, of course,’ he said.

‘I can’t phone before one o’clock,’ Marcia said. ‘I’m going to be late back because there’s a meeting after church. Something about Africa, I think.’

‘Oh, yes, I remember,’ Howard said.

But Marcia was wrong. There was no meeting after church that morning. It was the next Sunday. So she left church at the usual time and arrived home at a quarter to twelve.

First she went in to see her father, but he was asleep. Then she phoned Howard, but there was no answer.

‘Perhaps he’s sleeping,’ she thought. And his mother doesn’t want to answer the phone.’

She went to her room and put on a long summer skirt. Then she went up to the roof garden.

She put her hand on the door to the roof… and stopped. The door was half open and she could hear voices. There was someone with Karin.

A man. Howard. Howard?

Marcia listened.

‘I feel bad about this,’ Howard said. ‘We must tell Marcia soon, Karin.’

‘No!’ Karin said quickly. She gave a little laugh. ‘It’s our secret, Howard. Only for a little longer. All right?’

‘I – I don’t like…’ he began.

‘But you do love me, Howard,’ Karin said. ‘Not Marcia? Say you love me. Please!’

Marcia suddenly felt cold.

‘You… you know I do,’ Howard answered. ‘But—‘

Karin kissed him. ‘It’s our little secret. Oh, is your car outside, my love? We don’t want Marcia to see it.’

‘I didn’t bring my car,’ Howard said. ‘I walked here.’

‘Good,’ Karin said. ‘But it’s getting late. You must go, before she comes home.’

They kissed again.

‘See you tomorrow. Usual time, usual place,’ said Karin. ‘Now, go!’

Marcia moved quickly and quietly away from the roof door, and ran to her bedroom. She did not want Howard or Karin to see her.

She heard their voices. Then the front door of the apartment opened and closed. Howard was gone.

Marcia sat on her bed for an hour. ‘Why, why, why?’ she thought. ‘Why does she do it? I stay at home with an old man all the time. I can’t go out to work, I can’t make new friends, I can’t meet new people. I go shopping once a week and I go to church once a week. That’s all. And then I met Howard. When he said “I love you”, I was so happy. And now…?’

Karin had everything. Good looks, a job, friends. She was young, she could have any man. So why Howard? Why, why, why?

‘It’s not because she wants him,’ Marcia thought. ‘It’s because I love him. It’s because she doesn’t want me to be happy.’

But you do love me, Howard. Not Marcia?

You know I do.

Was it true? Did Howard love Karin and not her? No! He saw only the beautiful, suntanned body. He didn’t know her.

‘She’s not going to have him…’ Maria thought..

Every evening that week, Howard drove Karin home after work. And every evening they got later and later.

The next Sunday, Marcia didn’t go to church.

‘I’ve got a bad head,’ she told Karin. ‘I just phoned Howard and told him, and he’s coming here after church as usual. I’m going back to sleep for an hour or two.’ And she went into her bedroom and shut the door.

Later in the morning, when Karin was with their father, Marcia went up to the roof garden. Karin’s bottle of suntan oil was on the table, and Marcia smiled.

When Karin came up to the roof, Marcia was in her chair under umbrella with a book in her hand.

‘Oh, is your head better?’ Karin asked.

‘Yes, thanks,’ Marcia said.

Karin wore her bikini, a new yellow one. She opened her bottle of suntan oil.

‘Oh, there’s not much here,’ she said. ‘I must get some more.’ She began to put some oil on her legs.

Twenty minutes later, Howard stopped his car in the street below. Up on the roof, Karin and Marcia heard the usual three little toots on his car horn.

‘He’s here,’ Karin said excitedly. ‘Your man’s here, big sister!’ And laughed.

Yes, Marcia thought. My man, not yours, Karin.

Karin jumped up from her sunbed. She ran to the wall at the edge of the roof to looked down and wave to Howard. She had no shoes on, and at the wall her feet suddenly slipped away from under her.

‘Aaagh!’ she cried.

She fell forward, and put out her hands to grab the wall. But the top of the wall was slippery too. Her hands could not hold it, and slipped away, off the wall, over the edge. And her body went on too, over the edge of the wall, and down…

Down… down… down…

Before she hit the ground, she knew.

Slippery… suntan oil… Marcia…

Sisters Love. Part 1

Marcia met Howard Collins at the church. Marcia was thirty-five years old, Howard was forty-one. Howard lived with his mother in a small house on the south side of the town. Marcia lived with her sister and father in an apartment, three street way.

Marcia did not work. Her father, George Grant, was ill and never left the apartment. He stayed in bed most of the time and always needed somebody with him. So Marcia stayed at home with her father, and only went out when her sister Karin was in the house.

The two sisters were very different. Marcia was short with a small round face and short black hair. Karin was ten years younger. She was tall, had long brown hair, and good legs, and a suntan all through the summer. People often said to Marcia, ‘Your sister is very beautiful.’ There were always lots of men ready to take Karin out to dinner or to cinema. But Marcia stayed at home.

Karin worked in a shop in the town. When she was at home, she liked to sit up on the roof garden of their apartment building.

It was one Sunday in May when Marcia came home with Howard the first time. She took him to see her father. George Grant was in bed. He had grey hair and a grey face. Sometimes he read a book, but mostly he just sat in bed and watched television.

‘This is Howard, father,’ Marcia said. ‘He works at the hospital, and we met at church. I told you about him last week. Do you remember?’

‘No,’ her father said. And he turned his face away, back to his television. He was not interested in new people or his daughter’s friends.

Just then, Karin came into the room. She wore a white bikini and white shoes. She smiled at Howard.

‘So you’re Howard,’ she said. ‘My big sister has got a boyfriend at last!’
Howard’s face went red and he looked down at his feet.

Karin laughed. ‘Come on up to the roof garden and have some wine. The sun is wonderful this morning.’

‘Oh, I…’ Howard began.

Marcia looked angrily at her sister. But then she said, ‘Yes, I must get father a drink. See you in a minute, Howard. Go up to the roof and talk to Karin.’

The sun was hot on the roof and Howard took off his coat. He looked around. There were three chairs, a sun umbrella, a sunbed, and a table with three glasses and a bottle of wine on it. There were tiles on the floor, and next to the little wall around the edge of the roof there were some flowers in boxes. This was the ‘garden’.

‘Very nice,’ said Howard.

Karin smiled at him.

‘We don’t see mane good-looking men up here,’ she said. ‘Sit down and have a drink.’

Howard’s face went o red again. He gave a shy little laugh. ‘Oh, er… thank you,’ he said. He tried not to look at Karin’s long suntanned legs, but it was not easy.

‘I come up here all the time when it’s sunny,’ Karin said. She began to put suntan oil on her arms and legs.

Howard watched.

Then Marcia arrived, and the three of them sat in the sun and drank wine. Marcia looked at Howard with love in her eyes. She did not look at Karin.

Karin watched them. Her eyes went from her sister, to Howard, and back again to her sister. She smiled.

It was not a nice smile.

Every Sunday morning after that, Marcia brought Howard home for a glass of wine after church. Howard stopped his car in the street outside the apartment building, and Marcia said, ‘Sound the horn, Howard. Tell Karin we’re here, then she can get the wine ready.’

So Howard gave three little toots on his car horn. On sunny days Karin always came to the wall at the edge of the roof, and looked over to wave at them. Then she went to get a wine.

She always wore her bikini or a very short skirt. Marcia never wore short skirt or a bikini.

‘My legs are too fat for bikinis,’ she told Howard.

‘Your legs are… very nice,’ he said shyly.

One day in June Karin asked Howard, ‘What time do you finish work, Howard?’

‘About six o’clock,’ he said.

‘Could you bring me home after work?’ Karin said. ‘My shop’s very near the hospital – you drive right past it. And you only live three streets away from us.’

‘There’s a very good bus,’ said Marcia quickly. ‘It stops outside our building.’

‘But the bus is so slow!’ Karin said. ‘Please, Howard!’

Howard looked from one sister to the other. ‘Oh, well… er, yes, all right then,’ he said.

‘Thank you!’ Karin said, and gave him a quick kiss.

So every evening Howard drove Karin home. On the first Friday they were an hour late. When they arrived, Marcia was at the door of the apartment building.

‘What happened?’ she asked. ‘Why are you so late?’

‘There was an accident,’ Karin said. ‘Three cars, all across the road – on that hill by the cinema, you know. We couldn’t go back. There were so many cars! Nobody could move!’

Howard said nothing.