Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

I had a dream, Mr. King, if beg my pardon
I was trespassing a garden
And the blossoms fell and dropped like candy
And the cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
And the cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

When he was, when he was a boy, he was afraid of the
And his mother would fast and pray at his
The lamp burned as he slept, as he dreamed
He was dreaming' of his sisters, in white muslin
Dressed in white muslin, in a ring

He was afraid of the dark and the burned
And his mother fasted and prayed as he
Dreaming of blossoms, they were burning his
He had eaten flowers, burning
Flowers fell burning the young girls' hair

He was whispering his God's ear
Let the children be so, let be so
And the flickered, flickered
And his mother like Job

And he lay there dreaming and the fell
And Tilak's proceeded to call
And the blossoms fell and they dropped like
And the cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi,

I had a Mr. King, well, beg my pardon
I was trespassing the sacred
And the blossoms fell, well, dropped like candy
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

Hey, little man, awake from your
Get 'em the numbers
Get 'em with the

He is and shy and the cast of his mind
Was mercurial, was
As the sacred verbs in the dust
Scrawled in the on the floor, on the floor

Long live and the spinning wheel
And a of salt and a handful of salt
And the untouchables felt like
They to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

The children of God hands full of candy
called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Feel our woes, man of the
Rejoin the living, rejoin the

Awake from the net where you've been
And they're climbing, climbing, the hair
And the burning from the young girls
Well, they all around, they dropped like candy
The cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

little man, awake from your slumber
And get 'em the numbers
Get 'em with the
One, two, three, four thousand million
People, people, people,

from your slumber, awake from your slumber
Awake your slumber
And get 'em with the
Get 'em with the

Long live revolution and the spinning
Awake, awake is the appeal
Oh, people awake, awake your slumber
And get 'em the numbers
Get 'em the numbers

I had a dream Mr. King, if beg my pardon
I was the sacred garden
And the blossoms fell, dropped candy
And called, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi,

Awake from your
Awake from slumber
And get 'em the numbers
Get 'em with the