Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

Youre pickin until you drop
Youre never away
Youd rather be in a coffee
With fish and chips on tray.

Youre down
Your back is
fingers ache and
Your are smokin

head is numb
Your are gone
And got nothing to say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If your bags getting
to pull, drag it!

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

(REPRISE)

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