Luyện nghe bài hát Hello Birmingham

Hold me down, I am floating away into the skies
Over my home on election day
is it about Birmingham?
What is it about

Did the hate want to build bunkers
In your red earth?
They want to build in our shiny white snow
And now I've drawn closed the curtains in this booth

Where the truth has no to stand
And I am feeling, oh, so
In this stupid
With this useless lever in my hand

And outside my is bracing
For the killing thing
Standing by the
And praying for the next Doctor Martin Luther

It was just one
the kitchen window
Just one or two from here
If you fly like a

A bullet to visit a doctor
In his one safe

A bullet the right to life
past his kid and his wife
And knocked his right off of his face

And the poured off the pulpit
Yeah, the blood down the picket lines
And the hatred was immediate,
And the was divine

So they went and God
the barrel of a gun
And Him
They his only son

Birmingham; it's Buffalo
I heard you had some trouble down again
Just to let to know
somebody understands

I was once escorted through the
Of a clinic by a man in a vest
And no went off that day
So I am still to say

Birmingham, I'm you all of my best
Oh, Birmingham, I'm wishing you all of my
Oh, Birmingham, I'm you all of my best
On election day