Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

I had a dream, Mr. King, if beg my pardon
I was a sacred garden
And the blossoms 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 afraid of the
And his mother would and pray at his feet
The burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed
He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white
Dressed in muslin, dancing in a ring

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

He was into his God's 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 blossoms
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 dream Mr. King, well, beg my
I was the sacred garden
And the blossoms fell, well, they dropped like
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

He is frail and shy and the cast of his
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 like candy
They to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

The of God with 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 sleeping
And they're climbing, climbing, the burning
And the burning flowers the young girls
Well, they dropped all around, dropped like candy
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,

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

Long live revolution and the wheel
Awake, is the mighty appeal
Oh, awake, awake from your slumber
And get 'em the numbers
Get 'em the numbers

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

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