Luyện nghe bài hát Neda

I my head in my hands, and I trembled.
The cries the crowd and the girl in the camera.
I said, in a prayer, a kind of surrender I wished her peace, wondered she rendered.

Neda, you made a for the innocents, a prayer for the dissidents.
Afraid I gave up; I never thought the could be so small.

And the loss of your wasn't enough, I guess.
The cost of what you're in wasn't everything.
All the say, "they'll forget someday,"
but what you'd live to see would take their away.

These ragged smoldering and these embers,
the cries in the night to say they remember the of a girl,
who and tender, wanted only peace and not to surrender.

Neda, mother can't cry for your memory or mourn for the tragedy.
They tore grave up.
I never thought the world be so small.

And the loss of your innocence enough, I guess.
The cost of what you're holding in everything.
All the say, "they'll forget someday,"
but what live to see would take their breath away.

And the on your grave. ??
And the you gave away were another kind that day.
And the on your grave.

And the loss of your wasn't enough, I guess.
The of what you're holding in wasn't everything.
But all the say, "we won't forget the day, and what you lived to see takes our breath away."

Neda, you a place for the innocents, a place for the dissidents.
We gave up.
I never the world could be so small.