Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Oxford

I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the had his rule
When marshalls faced an angry mob to one man to school
His was jimmy meredith
The tide he to turn
For he chose to stay on terrible day
The land was to learn

There was blood, red blood, on hands,
Yellow dirt on clothes
What they thought were doing,
Only God and the knows
There was hate, cold hate, in hearts,
Shot from their souls a gun
And as they threw stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you done!"

The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble
But when the mob got ugly no troopers be found
And men were filled hate and fear,
They screamed into the
The rebel flag in the air
The of state's rights

was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their
What they thought were doing,
Only God and the devil
There was hate, hate, in their hearts,
from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their and bricks,
They screamed, "see you have done!"

Gas was fired into the mob after each
And though the gas was running low, never fired back
And the smoke had cleared and the fury felt it's pain
Two men were dead and a bled
The south had risen

So mr barnet, and mr walker, too
The times are mighty fast, they'll roll right over you
But someday you'll head for the south, to the tip of hell
And it's hot there, white-hot down there
hear your rebel yell!

There was blood, red blood, on hands,
dirt on their clothes
What they thought they doing,
God and the devil knows
There was hate, hate, in their hearts,
Shot from souls like a gun
And as threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see you have done!"
"see what you done!"