Luyện nghe bài hát Hello Birmingham

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

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

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

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

It was one shot
Through the kitchen
one or two miles from here
If you fly a crow

A bullet to visit a doctor
In his one safe

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

And the blood off the pulpit
Yeah, the blood poured 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 his only son

Hello it's Buffalo
I heard you had some down there again
Just to let to know
That understands

I was once escorted through the
Of a by a man in a bulletproof vest
And no bombs went off day
So I am here 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 this day