Luyện nghe bài hát Hello Birmingham

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

Did the hate filled want to build
In your beautiful red
They want to build them in our white snow
And now I've drawn closed the curtains in this booth

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

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

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

A came to visit a doctor
In his one safe

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

And the poured off the pulpit
Yeah, the blood poured down the picket
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 to let to know
That somebody

I was once through the doors
Of a by a man in a bulletproof 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 wishing you all of my
On election day