Luyện nghe bài hát Birmingham Sunday

Come by my side and I'll sing you a song
I'll it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like
And the choirs kept singing of

That autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
And Mae Collins, her number was one
At an old church there was no need to run
And the choirs kept of freedom

The they were grey and the autumn wind blew
And Denise McNair the number to two
The falcon of was a creature they knew
And the choirs kept of freedom

The it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark was three
Her prayers and her feelings would you and me
And the kept singing of freedom

Young Carol Robertson entered the
And the number her killers had given was
She asked for a blessing but asked for no
And the choirs kept singing of

On Sunday a noise shook the ground
And all over the earth turned around
For no one recalled a more cowardly
And the kept singing of freedom

The men in the forest they once of me
How many berries grew in the Blue Sea
I asked them right back a tear in my eye
How dark ships in the forest?

The has come and the Sunday has gone
And I can't do much more than to you a song
sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
And the choirs keep singing of