Luyện nghe bài hát Anne Braden

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

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

the color of the faces in Sunday songs
To the hatred they all the youngsters on
Once upon a in this country, long ago
She knew there was somethin

Because the song yellow, red, black, and white
Everyone precious in the of Christ
But what about the daughter of the woman cleanin their
Wasnt she a child they were singin

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

Left impressions
Adolescences comforts
She never thought things would change
But she always knew was somethin wrong

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

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

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

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

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

She always knew was somethin wrong
She always knew was somethin wrong
She knew 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 standin within
All of neighbors and family friends
How would you cope the fact
The flesh on their hands was tainted sin?

She faced this day
In people she saw on a basis
People she loved in cases
People she were incredibly racist

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

And she saw her struggle was in the tradition
Of never aware of her
It today, the soul of a Southerner
of the other America

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

What you win in the battles is
Is little compared to the effort you put it
But if you see as a part
Of this total movement to build a new
You what cathedral you're buildin
When you put stone in

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