Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

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

When he was, when he was a boy, he was of the dark
And his mother would fast and at his feet
The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he
He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white
in white muslin, dancing in a ring

He was afraid of the and the lamp burned
And his mother fasted and prayed as he
Dreaming of blossoms, they burning his throat
He had flowers, fell 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 mother like Job

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

I had a dream Mr. King, well, beg my
I was trespassing the garden
And the blossoms fell, well, they dropped candy
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

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

Long live revolution and the wheel
And a handful of salt and a of salt
And the untouchables like candy
called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

The children of God with 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 burning
And the flowers from the young girls
Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like
The cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

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

Long live and the spinning wheel
Awake, awake is the mighty
Oh, people 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 blossoms fell, dropped candy
And called, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi,

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