Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

Youre pickin until you drop
Youre getting away
Youd rather be in a coffee
With and chips on your tray.

bendin down
Your back is
Your fingers and
Your are smokin

Your is numb
Your are gone
And got nothing to say

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

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

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

So pick cotton, boy. This rotten
Day has begun, and you will
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
Although her back dont

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

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

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

Youll never know how much Id love to stab slob
And spread his guts to rot til

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

If your bags getting
to pull, drag it!

Fill the bag my
it once again
Do it till fingers bleed, boy!

(REPRISE)

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