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 terrible day
The was soon to learn

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

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

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

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

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

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