Luyện nghe bài hát My Thirty Thousand

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

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

The leader said
That Paul would lose his
thirty five thousand vets
Broke up concert

But than four thousand came
To with the Klan
But Pauls lonesome oak
My thousand

A beersoaked brassy
Did snortle round the
hundred noblest souls
Westchesters

And they exactly like
The fleas on a back
Lost in the waters of
My thousand

When Paul had sung and
And the kids and home
Cops came guns and clubs
And they and beat 'em

Well, Id to be a cop
Caught a bloody stick
you cant bash the brains
Out of thirty

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

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

wrinkle on your face
I it at a glance
You run and hide
Nor duck nor them

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