Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

pickin cotton until you drop
Youre never getting
Youd be in a coffee shop
With fish and on your tray.

Youre down
Your is broke
Your fingers and
Your feet are

Your is numb
Your legs are
And youve got to say

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

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

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

So your cotton, boy. This rotten
Day has just begun, and you
Not be done with till its
in the Fall

Im tellin you my life is like
So listen up my
My mother is holding up all
Although her dont bend

We pick all day, we pick all
And when the day is 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 fair
I love the foreman who can my mother sob
While pickin in the morning.

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

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

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

If your getting full
to pull, drag it!

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

(REPRISE)

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