Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Oxford

I'll sing you a song about a southern town the devil had his rule
When marshalls faced an angry mob to one man to school
His name was jimmy
The he helped to turn
For he chose to stay on terrible day
The land was to learn

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

The governor a promise he would keep the trouble down
But when the mob got ugly no could be found
And men were filled 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 dirt on clothes
What thought they were doing,
Only God and the devil
There was hate, cold hate, in hearts,
Shot from their souls a gun
And as they their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you done!"

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

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

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