Luyện nghe bài hát Hello Birmingham

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

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

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

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

It was one shot
the kitchen window
Just one or two miles from
If you fly a crow

A bullet came to visit a
In his one place

A bullet the right to life
Whizzed his kid and his wife
And knocked his glasses right off of his

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

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

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

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

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