Luyện nghe bài hát My Thirty Thousand

Robeson, hes the man
That faced the Ku Klux
On hollow groves ground
His words sounding

And all around him
To jump and clap and
I sent the I had, the best I had
My thirty

The Klansman said
That Paul would his head
When thirty five thousand
Broke up that

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

A beersoaked band
Did snortle the grounds
Four hundred souls
manhood

And looked exactly like
The fleas on a back
Lost fish in the of
My thousand

When had sung and gone
And the kids and home
Cops came with and clubs
And they and beat 'em

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

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

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

Each wrinkle on face
I it at a glance
You cannot run and
Nor duck nor them

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