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 getting away
Youd rather be in a coffee
fish and chips on your tray.

Youre bendin
back is broke
Your ache and
Your are smokin

Your is numb
legs are gone
And got nothing to say

Youre cotton the whole day through
Until the is done
Youll get a vacation or a getaway for some fun

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

that sonavabitch will never let you
Take a at all,
never get any food
Or water, juice or

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

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

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

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

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

never know how much Id love to stab that slob
And his guts to rot til dawning

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

If your bags 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 and romance;
Youll never how much Id like to use Bobs knife
To separate him his gonads.