Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

Youre pickin cotton until you
Youre never getting
rather be in a coffee shop
With and chips on your tray.

Youre bendin
back is broke
Your ache and
Your feet are

Your head is
legs are gone
And got nothing to say

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

You grind your knees into the
You rip your pants and you your shirt
But you complain, your 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 your cotton, boy. rotten
Day has just begun, and you
Not be done with till its
in the Fall

Im tellin you my life is like
So up my friend
My mother is up all right
Although her back bend

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

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

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

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

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 once
Do it till your bleed, boy!

(REPRISE)

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