Luyện nghe bài hát Birmingham Sunday

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

That cold autumn no eyes saw the sun
And Addie Mae Collins, her was one
At an old Baptist church there was no to run
And the choirs singing of freedom

The clouds they grey and the autumn wind blew
And Denise brought the number to two
The falcon of death was a creature they
And the kept singing of freedom

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

Young Carol Robertson the door
And the her killers had given was four
She for a blessing but asked for no more
And the kept singing of freedom

On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the
And people all over the earth around
For no one recalled a more cowardly
And the choirs kept singing of

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

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