Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Birmingham Jam

Walkin' down to
Way down south in Dixie
Oh, I thought that I stop awhile
Take a vacation style

Got southern hospitality
there in a southern hospital
Oh, all the signs welcome in
by Governor Wallace and Rin-Tin-Tin

They said along and watch the fights
While we feed our dogs on rights
Now, don't get us
Some of our Negroes are friends

Well I've seen travelin' many
traveled in cars and old subways
But in Birmingham people chose
To fly down the street from a fire

Doin' some hard
From hydrants of
Well, a pack of dogs was by
I up to them and I said, "Hi"

I asked one dog they all were doin'
He walked up to me and chewin'
I said, "Hold it, I'm the A.S.P.C.A.
for the Prevention of Cruelty to Agitators"

And I said, "There must be men around
There can't be you dogs in town"
They said, sure, we have old Conner
he goes walkin' yonder

Throwin' raw meat to the Mayor
Feedin' bones to the council
You know Governor Wallace doesn't no harm
Can't you see got a lot of charm?

He us whites, both the rich and poor
Standin' in the schoolhouse
Crackin' jokes, to Huntley Brinkley
Servin' jury duty, re-elected

So, I asked them why spent their time
With on their mind
They said, "If you don't like to this way
Get out of here, go to the U.S.A
Live with all them Russians and New folksingers"

Some say they're their darkest hour
Those are back in power
Oh, they listen close with open
They'll us out in a couple of hundred years

But push 'em whatever you do
Or else you'll get extremists back in
You see, Alabama is a state
With sovereign dogs and hate

They stand for the Bible and
They stand against communist
They say "It's Pinkoes you that freed the slaves"
And right