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"

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

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 flowers, fell burning
fell burning from 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 dreaming and the blossoms fell
And Tilak's 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 the sacred garden
And the blossoms fell, well, dropped like candy
And cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"

Hey, man, awake 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 sacred verbs scrawled in the
in the dust on the floor, on the floor

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

The children of God with hands full of
called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Feel our woes, man of the
the living, rejoin the living

Awake from the net where been sleeping
And they're climbing, climbing, the burning
And the burning from the young girls
Well, they all around, they dropped like candy
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 from your slumber, from your slumber
Awake from your
And get 'em the numbers
Get 'em the numbers

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

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

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