Luyện nghe bài hát Hello Birmingham

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

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

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

And outside my city is
For the next thing
Standing by the
And praying for the next Doctor Martin King

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

A bullet to visit a doctor
In his one safe

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

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

So went and stuffed God
Down the of a gun
And Him
They his only son

Birmingham; it's Buffalo
I heard you had some trouble there again
Just calling to let to
That somebody

I was once through the doors
Of a by a man in a bulletproof vest
And no bombs off that 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 you all of my best
On election day