Luyện nghe bài hát Birmingham Sunday

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

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

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

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

Young Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had was four
She asked for a but asked for no more
And the choirs singing of freedom

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

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

The has come and the Sunday has gone
And I do much more than to sing you a song
sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
And the choirs keep singing of