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 jimmy
The tide he to turn
For he to stay on that terrible day
The land was soon to

was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on clothes
they 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 what you done!"

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

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

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

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

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