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 they 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 would fast and pray at his feet
The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he
He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white
Dressed in white muslin, in a ring

He was of the dark and the lamp burned
And his mother and prayed as he slept
Dreaming of blossoms, they burning his throat
He had flowers, fell burning
Flowers fell burning from the young girls'

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

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

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

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

He is frail and shy and the cast of his
Was mercurial, was
As the sacred verbs in the dust
in the dust 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
called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

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

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

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

Long revolution and the spinning wheel
Awake, is the mighty appeal
Oh, people awake, awake from your
And get 'em with the
Get 'em with the

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

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