Luyện nghe bài hát Flying

[Hockey invades every in Canada on some level. It is our National
sport. Real afficionados all year long. This is probably why first time
visitors to country show up with their skates in July! Competition is
severe in the Junior leagues. Once every years we get one like
Gretzky. Flying is an allegory - it is also the very real story of a
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 them men.
I was a round pick in the NHL
And that's three years of 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 crazy the scouts would call;
He'd tell me that I'd 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 ticket for finally this town
To be just one hopeful in the Junior A,
of that miracle play,
And up flying, going home dying.
I them to think of the play and not of the fame.
If they've got any at all, it's not in the game.
'Cause they'll be crippled and starting all again
Selling on and remembering
When they flying, remembering dying.
And kid over the boards listens for the sound;
The roar of the is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more hopeful in the A,
of that miracle play,
And going up flying, going dying.