Luyện nghe bài hát My Thirty Thousand

Robeson, hes the man
That the Ku Klux Klan
On hollow groves golfing
His come sounding

And all him there
To jump and clap and
I the best I had, the best I had
My thousand

The Klansman leader
That Paul would his head
When thirty five vets
Broke up that

But less four thousand came
To side with the
But around lonesome oak
My thousand

A beersoaked brassy
Did round the grounds
Four hundred noblest
Westchesters

And they looked like
The fleas on a tigers
Lost fish in the of
My thousand

Paul had sung and gone
And the and babies home
Cops came guns and clubs
And clubbed and beat 'em

Well, Id to be a cop
Caught with a bloody
'Cause you cant bash the
Out of thirty

Each eye you tried to
Each skull you tried to
Has a thousand, thousand
this green grass

If you the skull someday
I'll pass out the clubs and
To the billion hands that
My thousand

Each on your face
I it at a glance
You cannot run and
Nor nor dodge them

And your carcass and deeds
Will the seeds
Of the men that to guard
My thirty
Of the men stood to guard
My thirty