Luyện nghe bài hát King Cotton

KING

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

Youre pickin cotton until you
Youre never getting
Youd rather be in a shop
fish and chips on your tray.

Youre down
Your back is
Your ache and
Your are smokin

Your is numb
legs are gone
And got nothing to say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see that bastard with the His name is Bob.
Woke me up at 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 till fingers bleed, boy!

(REPRISE)

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