Luyện nghe bài hát Flying

[Hockey every household in Canada on some level. It is our National
sport. Real afficionados play all long. This is probably why first time
visitors to this country up with their skates in July! Competition is
severe in the Junior leagues. every several years we get one like
Gretzky. is an allegory - it is also the very real story of a third
round hopeful who coached Gretsky and now coaches little 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 years of in hell,
And going up flying, and home dying.
My life was over the and playing the game,
And every day the papers and finding my name.
My dad would go when the scouts would call;
He'd tell me I'd have it all
nine of us trying, only one of us flying.
And kid over the boards listens for the sound;
The roar of the crowd is their for finally leaving this town
To be just one hopeful 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 got any future at all, it's not in the game.
'Cause they'll be and starting all over again
Selling on commissions and
When they flying, remembering dying.
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 hopeful in the Junior A,
Dreaming of miracle play,
And going up flying, going dying.