Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

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

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

He was afraid of the dark and the burned
And his fasted and prayed as he slept
Dreaming of blossoms, they were his throat
He had flowers, fell burning
Flowers burning from 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 trumpet to call
And the blossoms and they dropped like candy
And the cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi,

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

Hey, little man, from your slumber
Get 'em the numbers
Get 'em the numbers

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

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

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

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

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

Long live and the spinning wheel
Awake, awake is the appeal
Oh, awake, awake from your slumber
And get 'em with the
Get 'em with the

I had a Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon
I was trespassing the garden
And the blossoms fell, dropped candy
And called, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi,

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