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

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

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

There was blood, red blood, on hands,
dirt on their clothes
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 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 felt it's pain
Two men dead 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,
dirt on their clothes
What they thought they doing,
Only God and the devil
There was hate, hate, in their hearts,
Shot from souls like a gun
And as they threw stones and bricks,
screamed, "see what you have done!"
"see you have done!"