โหลดเพลง mp3 Bermingham Sunday - Joan Baez

Bermingham Sunday - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song

I will sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong

Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine

And the choirs kept singing of freedom

That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
And addie mae collins her number was one

At an old baptist church there was no need to run

And the choirs kept singing of freedom

The clouds they were grey and the autumn wind blew
And denise mcnair brought the number to two

The falcon of death was a creature they knew

And the choirs kept singing of freedom

The church it was crowded and no one could see
That Cynthia wesley's dark number was three

Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me

And the choirs kept singing of freedom

Young Carole Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four

She asked for a blessing but asked for no more
And the choirs kept singing of freedom

On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground
And people all over the earth turned around
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound

And the choirs kept singing of freedom

The men in the forest they once asked of me
How many black berries grew in the blue sea
I asked them right back with a tear in my eye
How many dark ships in the forest

The Sunday has come
The Sunday has gone
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song

I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong
And the choirs keep singing of freedom