Luyện nghe bài hát Flying

[Hockey invades household in Canada on some level. It is our National
sport. Real afficionados play all year long. This is why first time
visitors to this country show up with skates in July! Competition is
severe in the leagues. Once every several years we get one like
Gretzky. Flying is an allegory - it is also the very real of a third
hopeful who once coached Gretsky and now coaches little leaguers and
saunas.]
It was just strapping 'em on and starting again,
Coaching kids to the top, and calling them men.
I was a round pick in the NHL
And that's years of living in hell,
And going up flying, and home dying.
My life was the boards and playing the game,
And day checking the papers and finding my name.
My dad go crazy when the scouts would call;
tell me that I'd have it all
Ninety nine of us trying, one of us flying.
And every kid over the boards for the sound;
The of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving 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 over
Selling on and remembering
When they 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 hopeful in the A,
of that miracle play,
And up flying, going home dying.