Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

Pick the cotton and pick the cotton and the cotton some more!

Youre pickin cotton you drop
Youre never away
Youd rather be in a coffee
fish and chips on your tray.

Youre down
back is broke
Your fingers and
feet are smokin

Your is numb
Your are gone
And youve got to say

Youre pickin cotton the whole day
the evening is done
Youll never get a vacation or a getaway for fun

You your knees into the dirt
You rip pants and you tear your shirt
But you cant complain, backs in pain
And you get for pay

Cause that sonavabitch never let you
a break at all,
Youll never get any
Or water, or alcohol

So pick cotton, boy. This rotten
Day has just begun, and you
Not be done pickin till its
Later in the

Im you what my life is like
So listen up my
My is holding up all right
Although her back dont

We pick all day, we pick all
And when the day is we can
Grab a nap and then we do it all again.

Youll never guess how much I really love job,
So, Im giving you fair
I love the foreman who can my mother sob
cotton pickin in the morning.

You see that bastard with the whip? His is Bob.
me up at five this morning,

Youll never know how Id love to stab that slob
And spread his to rot til dawning

got to
Bend down, a boll
out the fluff, bag it!

If your getting full
Harder to pull, it!

the bag my friend
Fill it again
Do it till your bleed, boy!

(REPRISE)

Youll never know how I love plantation life,
Full of sweet perfume and
Youll never know how Id like to use Bobs knife
To separate him his gonads.