Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

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

bendin down
Your back is
Your ache and
feet are smokin

Your head is
Your are gone
And youve got to say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If bags getting full
Harder to pull, it!

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

(REPRISE)

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