Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

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

bendin down
Your is broke
fingers ache and
Your are smokin

head is numb
Your legs are
And got nothing to say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

never know how much 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 getting full
Harder to pull, it!

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

(REPRISE)

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