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 like
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, in white muslin
Dressed in muslin, dancing in a ring

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

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

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

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

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 live revolution and the wheel
And a handful of salt and a handful of
And the untouchables felt candy
They to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

The children of God with hands of candy
They to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
our woes, man of the giving
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 young
Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like
The cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

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

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

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

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