Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

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

Youre bendin
Your back is
Your ache and
feet are smokin

Your is numb
Your legs are
And youve got to say

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

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

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

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

Im you what my life is like
So listen up my
My is holding up all right
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 never guess how much I love this job,
So, Im you fair warning
I love the foreman who can my mother sob
While cotton in the morning.

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

Youll never know how Id love to stab that slob
And spread his to rot til dawning

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

If your bags getting
Harder to pull, it!

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

(REPRISE)

Youll know how much I love plantation life,
Full of perfume and romance;
Youll know how much Id like to use Bobs knife
To separate him his gonads.