Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Oxford

I'll you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule
marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school
His name was jimmy
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 dirt on their
What thought they were doing,
God and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in hearts,
Shot from their souls a gun
And as they threw stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you done!"

The governor made a promise he would the trouble down
But the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
And men filled 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 on their clothes
What they they 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!"

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

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

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