Luyện nghe bài hát Hello Birmingham

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

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

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

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

It was just one
the kitchen window
Just one or two from here
If you fly like a

A bullet came to visit a
In his one safe

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

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

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

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

I was once escorted the doors
Of a by a man in a bulletproof vest
And no went off that day
So I am here to say

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