🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: 爺爺泡的茶 / Ye ye pao de cha / Trà do ông nội pha - Jay Chou

 [ti:爷爷泡的茶]
 [ar:周杰伦]
 [al:八度空间]
 [ly: 方文山]
 [ed: 林迈可]
 
 爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
 陆羽泡的茶 听说名和利都不拿
 爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
 爷爷泡的茶 口感味觉还不差
 陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
 
 山泉 在地表蜿蜒 
 我有一张稚气的脸 泉水渗透进矿层岩
 爷爷栽种的樟木树苗上面
 犹记得那年 在一个雨天
 那七岁的我躲在屋檐 却一直想去荡秋千
 爷爷抽着烟 说唐朝陆羽写茶经三卷
 流传了千年
 
 那天 我翻阅字典
 查什么字眼  很遥远
 天边 是否在海角对面
 直到九岁才知道浪费时间
 这茶桌樟木的横切面 年轮有二十三圈
 镜头的另一边跳接我成熟的脸
 经过这些年 爷爷的手茧
 泡在水里会有茶色蔓延
 
 爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
 没法挑剔它 口感味觉还不差
 陆羽泡的茶 听说名和利都不拿
 他牵着一匹瘦马在走天涯
 爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
 他满头白发 喝茶时不准说话
 陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
 唐朝千年的风沙 现在还在刮
 啦啦~ 啦啦啦啦啦~
 
 ---Pinyin---
 [ti:  ye pào de chá ]
 [ar: Zhōu  Lún ]
 [al:  dù kōng jiān ]
 [ly:  Fāng Wén Shān 
 [ed:  Lín Mài Kě 
 
 Yé ye pào de chá   yǒu yì zhǒng wèi dào jiào zuò jiā
 Lù yǔ pào de chá   tīng shuō míng hé lì dōu  ná
 Yé ye pào de chá   yǒu yì zhǒng wèi dào jiào  jiā
 Yé ye pào de chá   kǒu gǎn wèi jué  bú chà
 Lù yǔ pào de chá   xiàng fú pō mò de  shuǐ huà
 
 Shān quán   zài dì biǎo wān yán   cóng hěn jiǔ hěn jiǔ yǐ 
 Wǒ yǒu yì zhāng zhì qì de liǎn   quán shuǐ shèn tòu jìn kuàng céng yán
 Yé ye zāi zhòng  zhāng mù shù miáo shàng mian
 Yóu jì dé nà nián   zài yí gè yǔ 
 Nà qí suì de wǒ duǒ zài wū yán   què yì zhí xiǎng  dàng qiū qiān
 Yé ye chōu zhe yān   shuō táng cháo lù yǔ xiě chá jīng  juàn
 Liú  le qiān nián
 
 Nà    wǒ fān yuè zì diǎn
 Chá shén me zì yǎn   xíng  yí jiàn shì   hěn yáo yuǎn
 Tiān biān   shì fǒu zài  jiǎo duì miàn
 Zhí dào  suì cái zhī dào làng fèi shí jiān
 Zhè chá zhuō zhāng mù de héng qiē miàn   nián lún yǒu èr shí sān quān
 Jìng  de lìng yì biān tiào jiē wǒ chéng shu de liǎn
 Jīng guò zhè  nián   yé ye de shǒu jiǎn
 Pào zài shuǐ lǐ  yǒu chá sè màn yán
 
  ye pào de chá   yǒu yì zhǒng wèi dào jiào zuò jiā
 Méi fǎ tiāo ti tā   kǒu gǎn wèi jué hái  chà
 Lù yǔ pào de chá   tīng shuō míng hé lì  bù ná
 Tā qiān  yì pǐ shòu mǎ zài zǒu tiān yá
  ye pào de chá   yǒu yì zhǒng wèi dào jiào zuò jiā
 Tā mǎn tóu bái fà   hē  shí bù zhǔn shuō huà
 Lù yǔ pào de chá   xiàng fú pō mò de shān shuǐ 
 Táng cháo qiān nián de fēng shā   xiàn zài hái zài 
 Lā lā   lā lā lā lā lā ~
 
 
  (by Unknown)---
 
 The  spring
 On the earth's surface  creeping
 From a very long time very long time  the past
  had a childish face
 The spring permeates  the large rock's mineral layer
 The camphor wood seedling Grandpa plants 
 Still remember  year
 On a rainy 
 That seven year old me hid  the eaves
 Yet  constantly wanted to swing
 Grandpa is 
 He says in the Tang Dynasty era, Luk Yue wrote  scriptures on tea
 It has been passed on from generation to generation for a thousand 
 That day
 I leaf through  dictionary
 Checking  what wording
 To describe  thing
 Very faraway
 The edge of  sky
 Is it on the  side of the corner of the ocean?
 Until I was nine, only then did I know I  wasting my time
 This camphor wood  table's cross-section
 It has 23  rings
 On the other side of the shot, jumping to  my mature face
  these years
 Grandpa's hand 
 The bubbles in the water will have the  brown spreading
  tea Grandpa makes
 Has a kind  taste called 'family'
 (No way of  fault-find it
 The feel on the mouth and the sense  taste is not bad)
  tea Luk Yue makes
 I hear of that he  even take the fame and gain
 (He rides a thin horse and  to the ends of the sky)
 The  Grandpa makes
 Has  kind of taste called 'family'
 (His head  full of white hair
  time of drinking tea
 We  not allowed to speak)
 The tea Luk Yue 
 Is like a  painting done with splashes of ink
 (The windy and dusty of  Tang Dynasty era
 At present the  is still blowing)
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 La la la  la~