Luyện nghe bài hát Refugee

My is dark, and very small;
there's a place to at the end of the hall.
I hear strange languages the wall,
I hear them in the street below.
I listen now to anything, anything at
just to keep the away, not to let them come.

Lusala, she was the to hit the ground,
running up the at the side of the house
One by one, in the sun, my family fell,
the air with bullets, and the smell of fear.
Don't back, don't look back, don't look back at all:
Their bloodied are here with me, now, in the room
Until the go out and the silence comes
don't asleep, don't fall asleep, just keep on running;
running, keep running, keep running, run, run, run . . .