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 Buffalo?

Did the hate want to build bunkers
In your beautiful red
They to build them in our shiny white snow
And now drawn closed the curtains in this little booth

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

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

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

A bullet came to a doctor
In his one place

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

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

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

Hello Birmingham; it's
I heard you had trouble down there again
Just to let to know
That somebody

I was once through the doors
Of a clinic by a man in a bulletproof
And no bombs off that day
So I am still to say

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