Luyện nghe bài hát Birmingham Sunday

Come round by my side and sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, do no one wrong
On Sunday 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 church there was no need to run
And the kept singing of freedom

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

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

Young Carol entered the door
And the number her had given was four
She asked for a but asked for no more
And the choirs kept of freedom

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

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

The Sunday has come and the Sunday has
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 of freedom