Luyện nghe bài hát Flying

[Hockey invades every household in on some level. It is our National
sport. Real afficionados play all year long. This is probably why time
visitors to this country up with their skates in July! Competition is
in the Junior leagues. Once every several years we get one like
Gretzky. is an allegory - it is also the very real story of a third
round who once coached Gretsky and now coaches little leaguers and
saunas.]
It was like strapping 'em on and starting again,
Coaching kids to the top, and calling them men.
I was a third round in the NHL
And three years of living in hell,
And up flying, and going home dying.
My life was over the and playing the game,
And day checking the papers and finding 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 every kid the boards listens for the sound;
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally this town
To be just one more hopeful in the A,
Dreaming of that play,
And going up flying, going dying.
I tell them to think of the and not of the fame.
If they've got any future at all, not in the game.
'Cause they'll be crippled and all over again
on commissions and remembering
When they were flying, dying.
And kid over the boards listens for the sound;
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving town
To be just one more in the Junior A,
Dreaming of that play,
And up flying, going home dying.