Luyện nghe bài hát Flying

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