Luyện nghe bài hát Anne Braden

What Ive since is
it is a very painful process
But it is not
Its the deliberation

That what really in the '60s
Was that country took just the first step
admittin that it had been wrong on race
And creativity out in all directions

the color of the faces in Sunday songs
To the hatred raised all the youngsters on
Once upon a in this country, long ago
She knew was somethin wrong

Because the song said yellow, red, black, and
Everyone precious in the path of
But what about the daughter of the woman their house
Wasnt she a child were singin about?

And if Jesus loves us and white skin
Why her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no to step in?
How did she already know not to ask the

Left lastin
comforts gone
She never thought things would change
But she always knew there was somethin

She always knew there was wrong
She knew there was somethin wrong

Years later she found herself Mississippi
To help stop the legalized lynchin of Mr. Willie
But they couldnt stop it, so, they
That theyd talk to the about what happened and say
tired of bein used as an excuse to kill black men

But the cops wouldnt let em
And these women struck em as uppity
So, they em all off to jail
And they called it custody

Then from her she heard her jailers grumblin about outsiders
When she him out and said she was from the South
They shouted, Why is a nice Southern
trouble for the governor?

She said, I I'm not your type of lady
And I guess I'm not your type of
But you call me traitor, well, its plainest just to say
I was a in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it today

She always knew there was somethin
She always there was somethin wrong
She always knew there was somethin
She always knew there was wrong

And all of a sudden I realized that I was on the other

Imagine the world that youre within
All of neighbors and family friends
How would you facin the fact
The flesh on their hands was tainted with

She this every day
In people she saw on a basis
People she in several cases
People she were incredibly racist

It was painful but she stopped lovin them
Never callin their names
And she never stopped a Southern woman
And she never stopped for change

And she saw that her was in the tradition
Of never aware of her
It today, the soul of a Southerner
of the other America

She always there was somethin wrong
She knew there was somethin wrong
She knew there was somethin wrong
She knew there was somethin wrong

What you win in the battles is
Is little compared to the you put into it
But if you see that as a
Of this total to build a new world
You know cathedral you're buildin
When you put stone in

You do a choice
You have to be a part of the world of the lynchers
You can join the other
There is an America