Luyện nghe bài hát Neda

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

Neda, you made a for the innocents, a prayer for the dissidents.
Afraid I gave up; I thought the world could be so small.

And the of your innocence wasn't enough, I guess.
The cost of what holding in wasn't everything.
All the leaders say, "they'll someday,"
but what you'd to see would take their breath 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, your mother cry for your memory or mourn for the tragedy.
They tore grave up.
I never the world could be so small.

And the loss of your innocence 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 their breath away.

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

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

Neda, you made a place for the innocents, a for the dissidents.
We nearly up.
I thought the world could be so small.