Birmingham Sunday-Joan Baez

[ti:Birmingham Sunday] [ar:Joan Baez] [al:The Last Lullaby] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.10]Birmingham Sunday - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹) [00:00.10]Written by：Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers [00:00.17]Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song [00:05.80] [00:06.56]I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong [00:12.08] [00:13.34]On birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine [00:18.59] [00:19.41]And the choirs kept singing of freedom [00:24.19] [00:30.47]That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun [00:36.64]And Addie Mae Collins her number was one [00:41.80] [00:42.96]At an old baptist church there was no need to run [00:48.56] [00:49.33]And the choirs kept singing of freedom [00:54.38] [00:58.63]The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew [01:04.75]And Denise McNair brought the number to two [01:10.06] [01:10.98]The falcon of death was a creature they knew [01:17.30]And the choirs kept singing of freedom [01:23.21] [01:27.48]The church it was crowded but no one could see [01:33.69]That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three [01:39.89] [01:40.62]Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me [01:46.69] [01:47.20]And the choirs kept singing of freedom [01:52.47] [01:58.02]Young Carol Robertson entered the door [02:02.94] [02:03.55]And the number her killers had given was four [02:09.29] [02:09.85]She asked for a blessing but asked for no more [02:16.30]And the choirs kept singing of freedom [02:21.46] [02:26.63]On birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground [02:32.93]And people all over the earth turned around [02:39.20] [02:39.70]For no one recalled a more cowardly sound [02:45.69] [02:46.24]And the choirs kept singing of freedom [02:51.81] [02:57.73]The men in the forest they once asked of me [03:04.22] [03:04.76]How many black berries grew in the blue sea [03:10.79] [03:11.52]I asked them right back with a tear in my eye [03:17.30] [03:18.39]How many dark ships in the forest [03:25.46] [03:26.36]The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone [03:32.88]And I can't do much more than to sing you a song [03:38.87] [03:39.56]I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong [03:45.75] [03:46.28]And the choirs keep singing of freedom