Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my
I was a sacred garden
And the blossoms fell and dropped like 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 fast and at his feet
The burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed
He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in muslin
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, were burning his throat
He had eaten flowers, fell
Flowers fell burning from the girls' hair

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

And he lay there dreaming and the blossoms
And Tilak's proceeded 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 sacred
And the blossoms fell, well, they like candy
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

He is frail and shy and the 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 and a handful of salt
And the untouchables felt like
They to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

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

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

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

Long live and the spinning wheel
Awake, awake is the mighty
Oh, people awake, awake your slumber
And get 'em with the
Get 'em the numbers

I had a dream Mr. King, if beg my pardon
I was the sacred garden
And the blossoms fell, dropped like
And called, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi,

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