Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

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

When he was, when he was a boy, he was of the dark
And his mother would fast and pray at his
The lamp as he slept, slept as he dreamed
He was of his sisters, dressed in white muslin
Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a

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

He was whispering into his ear
Let the children be so, let be so
And the flickered, flickered
And his mother withered Job

And he lay there dreaming and the fell
And trumpet proceeded to call
And the fell and they dropped like candy
And the cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi,

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

Hey, man, awake from your slumber
Get 'em with the
Get 'em with the

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

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

The children of God hands full of candy
They to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
our woes, man of the giving
Rejoin the living, the living

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

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

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

Long live revolution and the wheel
Awake, awake is the mighty
Oh, people awake, awake from slumber
And get 'em with the
Get 'em with the

I had a dream Mr. King, if you'll beg my
I was the sacred garden
And the fell, dropped like candy
And called, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi,

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