Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Oxford

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

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

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

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 their like a gun
And as they threw stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see you have done!"

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

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

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