Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

I had a dream, Mr. King, if beg my pardon
I was trespassing a sacred
And the blossoms fell and 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 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, in a ring

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

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

And he lay dreaming and the blossoms fell
And Tilak's trumpet to call
And the blossoms fell and dropped like candy
And the cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi,

I had a Mr. King, well, beg my pardon
I was the sacred garden
And the fell, well, they dropped like candy
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

Hey, man, awake from your 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 scrawled in the dust
Scrawled in the dust on the floor, on the

Long revolution 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"
Feel our woes, man of the
Rejoin the living, rejoin the

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

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

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

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

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

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