Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Oxford

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

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

The governor made a he would keep the trouble down
But the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
And men were filled hate and fear,
screamed into the night
The rebel flag in the air
The symbol of rights

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

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

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

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