Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

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

He was afraid of the dark and the lamp
And his mother and prayed as he slept
of blossoms, they were burning his throat
He had eaten flowers, fell
Flowers burning from 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 Tilak's trumpet to call
And the blossoms fell and they dropped like
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, dropped like candy
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

Hey, little man, awake from 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 scrawled in the
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 children of God with hands of candy
called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Feel our woes, man of the
Rejoin the living, rejoin the

from the net where you've been sleeping
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"

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

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

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

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