Luyện nghe bài hát Birmingham Sunday

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

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

The clouds they were grey and the autumn wind
And Denise McNair the number to two
The of death 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 number was
Her prayers and her feelings shame you and me
And the choirs kept singing of

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

On Birmingham Sunday a noise the ground
And people all over the earth turned
For no one recalled a more sound
And the choirs kept singing of

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

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