Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Oxford

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

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

The governor made a he would keep the trouble down
But when the mob got ugly no could be found
And men were filled with and fear,
screamed into the night
The rebel waved in the air
The of state's rights

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

Gas was fired into the mob after attack
And though the gas was low, they never fired back
And when the smoke had cleared and the fury felt it's
Two men dead and a hundred bled
The south had risen

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

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