Luyện nghe bài hát Gandhi

I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my
I was trespassing a 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 lamp as he slept, slept as he dreamed
He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white
Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a

He was afraid of the dark and the lamp
And his fasted and prayed as he slept
Dreaming of blossoms, they burning his throat
He had eaten flowers, fell
Flowers fell burning from the young hair

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

And he lay there and the blossoms fell
And Tilak's trumpet proceeded to
And the fell 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 garden
And the fell, well, they dropped like candy
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

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

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

The children of God with hands full of
They to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
our woes, man of the giving
Rejoin the living, rejoin the

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

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

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

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

I had a Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon
I was trespassing the sacred
And the fell, dropped like candy
And called, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Gandhi,

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