Luyện nghe bài hát Flying

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