Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

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

When he was, 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, slept as he
He was of his sisters, dressed in white muslin
Dressed in muslin, dancing in a ring

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

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

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

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

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

live revolution and the spinning wheel
And a of salt and a handful of salt
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
the living, rejoin the living

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

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

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

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

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

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