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 never getting
Youd be in a coffee shop
With and chips on your tray.

bendin down
Your is broke
Your ache and
Your are smokin

head is numb
Your are gone
And got nothing to say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If bags getting full
to pull, drag it!

Fill the bag my
Fill it once
Do it till fingers bleed, boy!

(REPRISE)

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