Maroon 5 - Girls Like You ft. Cardi B (Volume 2)

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Translation: Han Thien Long Son Nhi Son is a mountain in Dong Lam village. Under the mountain there is a village, the villagers here purely, often plow the field that live, break with the outside world. One early morning ... In front of the main gate of the village, the whole village was standing and sending a young man about fifteen to sixteen years old. This teenager looks skinny but white and clean, at first glance. The costume on his body was just a normal fist, but faded into white, his eyes bright and clear. He's called White Little Thuan. "The old ladies, I have to go to school, but I am not far away from you." The look of youth is not filled with the look, his form of capitalism, then at first glance became more plain. The relatives turned to look at each other, also do not seem to take away from him. "Little Thuan, your parents died early. You are ... a good kid !!! You do not want to be born? Becoming a forerunner is possible for eternal life. Go! You will grow up a little, and one day you will fly away. "A gray-haired man in the crowd came out, speaking of the" good boy ", his tone a little hesitant. "Outside, whatever you have to persevere. Get out of the village and do not turn back, because your path is ahead! "The gentle man patted the shoulders of the teenager. "School of birth ...". The body of the teenager shakes. He stood up firmly, his eyes fixed. In this eloquent cheerleader with all the villagers present, he nodded slightly, glanced at the people carefully and turned away quickly from the village. Seeing the teenager's body went away, everyone in the village immediately became agitated. The attachment in the eyes is happy instead. His face was full of gentleness as before, he was trembling, his eyes streaming. "Heaven has eyes, the name of this White Tiger, finally go ... Finally have gone! Who told him he had seen the forerunner nearby? You made a great business because of the village! " "Bach Lang Lang has finally taken over. Traumatic for our chickens! Just because it scared the cock crows that do not know how to induce a bunch of chickens to catch chickens, chicken in the village to eat clean ... " "The New Year is here!" The sound of cheers and excitement echoed through the small village. Even people took out the gong drum, it is very high. Out of the village, Bach Tuan has not gone far. He suddenly heard the sound of gong knock drums from the village spread out, also the cheering sound resound. He paused, his face was a bit of a monster, then coughed up an hour, chanting in the drum gong, followed the mountain to go up Son Nhi Son. This is not very high, but there are many weeds. It is early in the morning that space is still dark, four quiet surface. "Nghe Nhi Cau said, a few days ago, when he was chased by a wild pig to this place to see the sky is the forerunner flying through ..." White Little is walking on the painting, the heart is jumping pounding Suddenly, from the jungle to the sound of fence like the running pigs. Suddenly the sound of the Little White has been urgent, anxious to feel cold along the back. "Who? Who is there! "His right hand took from the baggage luggage four hammers, six axes. Not worried, he took a black incense from his chest, holding it in his hand. "Do not come here, ten thousand times do not come here. We have a hammer, we have axes, incense in our hand can also convert to heaven, can lead to forestry. You dare to go out, I immediately hit you dead! "White Little Shu was running shouting, clenched the other weapons, enlisted time running along the mountain road. Along the way, the clattering sound resounded, the hammer, the wood fell to the ground. Maybe he was too anxious, because the barriers quickly disappeared, and then no beast came. His face was pale. He wiped away the cold sweat, in his mind was willing to let go not continue to the mountain again. But then he thought of the incense stick in his hand, the incense stick of his parents before he died save him. It is said that his ancestors in the past have accidentally helped a fallen predator. Before leaving, the forerunner has left this incense stick to answer, also said to receive a white blood vessels as a disciple. Just burning it up is a forerunner. Previously, this incense was burned more than ten times, but finally did not see the other. This made White Little Thought begin to doubt whether the other beings come true or not. Today, he decided to try once more because the incense is not very much, heard the village people said a few days ago saw the forerunner fly over this place. He climbed up the mountain because he knew, near a little more, the forerunner would recognize it as well. After a moment hesitated, White Little back to bite teeth continue. Fortunately, the mountain was not high, so soon he reached the top of the mountain, breathed open mouth. Standing on it, he turned to look at the hamlet at the bottom of the mountain, the goddess has a slight feeling and then bowed to see the black fragments only with fingernails in his hand. "Three years ... Parents bless me, this time must be successful!" White Little Thuy breathing deeply, carefully bring incense burning. Large winds emerged on four sides, the sky was thick black clouds. Each flash of lightning flashed, bang thunder explosion in the ears of Little White. The resounding sound made White Little's body tremble, he felt like he could always be struck by lightning. For a moment, he wanted to spit out the incense sticks, but he refused to give it. "Three years, I have burned this incense twelve times. This is the thirteenth time, this must definitely be done. I'm not afraid, I will not be beaten to death ... ". Little Red kid remembered the experience of the past three years, not counting this time, twelve times before he burned incense light, each time there is lightning like this, for which the forerunner is not seen. He was afraid of death, every lightning thunder that was spraying out saliva. Speaking of which, this incense stick looked as if it was sick, but when he sprayed water it shut off. While White Little is still terrified, struggling to wait in the thunder, in the sky not far away there is a pink school shrieking, flying fast. In this pink persuasion is a middle aged man. This son dressed in floral costumes, pioneering spirit but the spirit as the room tired tired. Even if you look closely you can see that he is really tired. "I really want to see, what kind of thing you are burning an incense stick for the last three years!" Having thought of what he had experienced in the past three years, this son was angry. Three years ago, he discovered that someone burned the incense stick that he had given while still in the Air Stop. Remember to go to the man in the place where he rushed in that year. At that time, according to his calculations, he would soon find out but he did not expect that, just to notice the scent, not far away, the air disappeared in a blink of an eye. system. If only once, but over the past three years, the gas has appeared more than ten times to make him search multiple times that are interrupted each time. Come back and forth like this, struggling for three years ... At this moment, he saw the tide of Nhi Son in the distance, seeing White Tide standing on top of the mountain. In the blink of an eye he flew to the top of the mountain, then swung his hand, bringing the incense stick out so much. The thunder was silent. Little white shocked, he looked up at the middle-aged standing next to him. "Auntie?" She asked hesitantly, uncertainly, with a hammer on her back. "The coordinator is Ly Thanh Hau. Are you the posterior of the White House? "The eyes of the middle-aged monk like electricity, not paying attention to the hammer behind White Little, began to appreciate. He saw the blue eyebrows in front of him, the same beautiful eyes, dimly similar to that of the same year, the nature is not bad, the sorrow in the bottom of the heart also less a little. "True story is the white back of the family, the name is Little White." White Little Tuan opened his eyes and small voice. Though he was a little scared, but still standing upright. "I ask you, prick an incense stick, why bother the three years!" The middle-aged gentleman opened his mouth leisurely, asking questions that he had wanted to know for the past three years. White Little Tuan heard the question, the mind quickly move, then make the sorrow look at the remote village at the foot of the mountain. "Meditation is a person of great importance, not remove the other flavor. Each time we burn incense, they are not allowed to leave. Today they are because I leave, but still hurt here. " The middle-aged monk was stunned. This reason he had not thought before, the sorrow in his eyes lost a little more. From words to consider, this nature is not bad too. But when he turned his gaze towards the bottom of the village, using the spirit of overtaking, hearing the squeaky sound of the drum along with the hoarse whisper that Bach Lang had left, his face became unsightly. Y felt a headache. The person in front of this look on the outside, the need for quality, both people and animals are harmless but in the heart filled with bizarre evil. "Tell the truth!" The middle-aged monk just glazed over, screaming like a thunderbolt that made Little White shocked, frightened to the point where his body trembled. "It does not blame me. Your incense sticks, every time I burned up to pull the thunder, many times less than hit me again. I avoided thirteen times was not very easy then. "White kidneys poorly said. The middle-aged monk looked at Little Blue, silent for a moment. "You were so scared, why dare to burn incense over ten times?" The middle-aged monk said slowly. "I'm afraid of dying, is not it possible to be a born-again?" The middle-aged monk was silent. He felt that this man's commendable is also worth praising, just throw to the magical sectarian phenomenon, may know that love may change a little more. So after thinking a bit, he immediately wrapped his sleeves around White Little and turned into a rainbow directed straight to the horizon. "Come with me." "Where to go? It's too high then ... "White Little Thuan found himself flying in the sky, the bottom is the depths of the martial arts, his face is pale, throwing hammer out, hugging tight hold on the thigh of the forerunner. The middle-aged monk looked down at his leg, reluctantly speaking. "Linh Khe Tong."