Luyện nghe bài hát Flying

[Hockey invades household in Canada on some level. It is our National
sport. Real afficionados all year long. This is probably why first time
visitors to this country show up with skates in July! Competition is
severe in the Junior leagues. Once every several years we get one
Gretzky. Flying is an allegory - it is the very real story of a third
round hopeful who coached Gretsky and now coaches little leaguers and
saunas.]
It was like strapping 'em on and starting again,
Coaching these kids to the top, and calling men.
I was a third pick in the NHL
And that's years of living in hell,
And going up flying, and going dying.
My life was the boards and playing the game,
And every day checking the and finding my name.
My dad go crazy when the scouts would call;
He'd me that I'd have it all
Ninety of us trying, only one of us flying.
And every kid the boards listens for the sound;
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for leaving this town
To be just one more in the Junior A,
Dreaming of miracle play,
And going up flying, home dying.
I tell them to think of the and not of the fame.
If they've got any future at all, not in the game.
'Cause they'll be and starting all over again
on commissions and remembering
When were flying, remembering dying.
And every kid over the boards listens for the
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this
To be just one more in the Junior A,
Dreaming of that play,
And up flying, going home dying.