Luyện nghe bài hát Refugee

My room is dark, and small;
a place to wash at the end of the hall.
I hear strange through the wall,
I them shouting in the street below.
I listen now to anything, at all;
just to keep the ghosts away, not to let come.

Lusala, she was the to hit the ground,
up the hill 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 look back, don't look back, don't look at all:
Their bloodied faces are here me, now, in the room
the lights go out and the silence comes
don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, just on running;
running, keep running, keep running, run, run, run . . .