Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

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

Youre down
Your back is
fingers ache and
Your are smokin

Your head is
Your legs are
And got nothing to say

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

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

Cause sonavabitch will never let you
a break at all,
Youll get any food
Or water, juice or

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

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

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 guess how much I really love this job,
So, Im you fair warning
I the foreman who can make my mother sob
cotton pickin in the morning.

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

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

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

If bags getting full
to pull, drag it!

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

(REPRISE)

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