Luyện nghe bài hát Road to Birmingham

His lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham
Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the of men
Many hears, the helpless have left the troubled brow
A man tall, he fought them, but he is older now

For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the
men are kings, some men are rook, some men are pawns to blame
But if skin is colored black, well the dice are hidden in
The minds of who twist the rules, so you can never win

Birmingham, Birmingham, your face
nothing but a space, you're hollow

Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby is weak
And homes with windows dressed in warmth and mouths never speak
His is dead, the visions spread that pass before his feet
And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the

Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry
You'll never have to smile the bastards and the pain
Is it too late or can you wait to another turn?
And walk together down that road that leads to

Birmingham, Birmingham, your face
There's but a space, inside you

Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your
There's nothing but a space, you're