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 they 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 lamp as he slept, slept as he dreamed
He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in muslin
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 were his throat
He had eaten flowers, fell
Flowers fell burning the young girls' hair

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

And he lay there and the blossoms fell
And trumpet proceeded 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 trespassing the garden
And the blossoms fell, well, they like candy
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

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

Long live and the spinning wheel
And a handful of salt and a handful of
And the untouchables felt candy
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, rejoin the

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

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

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

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

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

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