Luyện nghe bài hát Neda

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

Neda, you made a place for the innocents, a for the dissidents.
Afraid I gave up; I never thought the world 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 leaders say, "they'll someday,"
but what you'd live to see would take breath away.

These ragged smoldering lines and embers,
the cries in the to say they remember the face of a girl,
who faithful and tender, only peace and not to surrender.

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

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

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

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

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