Luyện nghe bài hát Flying

[Hockey every household in Canada on some level. It is our National
sport. Real afficionados play all year long. 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 we get one like
Gretzky. is an allegory - it is also the very real story of a third
round hopeful who once coached Gretsky and now 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 round in the NHL
And three years of living in hell,
And going up flying, and home dying.
My was over the boards and playing the game,
And every day checking the and finding my name.
My dad would go crazy when the scouts would
tell me that I'd have it all
Ninety of us trying, only one of us flying.
And kid over the boards listens for the sound;
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally this town
To be one more hopeful in the Junior A,
Dreaming of that play,
And going up flying, home dying.
I them 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
on commissions and remembering
When were flying, remembering dying.
And kid over the boards listens for the sound;
The of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more in the Junior A,
of that miracle play,
And going up flying, going dying.