Luyện nghe bài hát Anne Braden

What Ive realized is
That it is a painful process
But it is not
Its the world

That really happened in the '60s
Was that this country just the first step
Toward admittin that it had been on race
And creativity out in all directions

From the color of the in Sunday songs
To the hatred they raised all the on
upon a time in this country, long ago
She knew there was somethin

the song said yellow, red, black, and white
Everyone precious in the path of
But what about the of the woman cleanin their house
Wasnt she a child were singin about?

And if Jesus loves us black and white
Why didn't her white invite them in?
When did it a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not to ask the

Left impressions
comforts gone
She thought things would ever change
But she always knew was somethin wrong

She always knew was somethin wrong
She always knew was somethin wrong

Years later she found herself bound
To stop the legalized lynchin of Mr. Willie McGee
But they couldnt stop it, so, thought
theyd talk to the governor about what happened and say
Were tired of bein used as an to kill black men

But the cops wouldnt let em
And women they struck em as uppity
So, hauled em all off to jail
And they called it custody

from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin about outsiders
When she called him out and she was from the South
They shouted, Why is a nice Southern
Makin for the governor?

She said, I I'm not your type of lady
And I guess I'm not type of Southerner
But before you me traitor, well, its plainest just to say
I was a child in but I'm ashamed of it today

She always there was somethin wrong
She always knew there was wrong
She always there was somethin wrong
She always knew there was wrong

And all of a I realized that I was on the other side

Imagine the world that youre within
All of your and family friends
How would you facin the fact
The flesh on their hands was with sin?

She this every day
In people she saw on a basis
People she in several cases
People she knew were racist

It was painful but she never stopped lovin
Never stopped their names
And she never stopped bein a Southern
And she never stopped for change

And she saw her struggle was in the tradition
Of ancestors aware of her
It continues today, the of a Southerner
of the other America

She always there was somethin wrong
She always knew there was wrong
She always knew was somethin wrong
She always knew there was somethin

you win in the immediate battles is
Is little compared to the effort you put it
But if you see as a part
Of this movement to build a new world
You know what you're buildin
you put your stone in

You do have a
You don't to be a part of the world of the lynchers
You can the other America
There is an America