Luyện nghe bài hát Hello Birmingham

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

Did the filled want to build bunkers
In beautiful red earth?
They want to build them in our shiny white
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 booth
this useless little lever in my hand

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

It was one shot
Through the kitchen
Just one or two miles from
If you fly a crow

A came to visit a doctor
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 the picket lines
And the was immediate, yeah
And the vengeance was

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

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

I was once escorted through the
Of a clinic by a man in a vest
And no bombs off that day
So I am here to say

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