Luyện nghe bài hát Hello Birmingham

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

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

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

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

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

A came to visit a doctor
In his one safe

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

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

So they and stuffed God
the barrel 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 escorted through the
Of a clinic by a man in a bulletproof
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