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 send one man to
His was jimmy 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 clothes
What they thought they doing,
Only God and the knows
There was hate, hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls a gun
And as they their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see you have done!"

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

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

Gas was fired the mob after each attack
And though the gas was running low, 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 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 hot down there, white-hot down there
Let's your rebel yell!

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