Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Oxford

I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his
When faced an angry mob to send one man to school
His name was jimmy
The tide he helped to
For he to stay on that terrible day
The land was soon to

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

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

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

Gas was fired the mob after each attack
And though the gas was running low, they never fired
And the smoke had cleared 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 changing mighty fast, they'll roll right you
But someday you'll head for the south, to the southern tip of
And it's hot down there, down there
hear your rebel yell!

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