Luyện nghe bài hát My Thirty Thousand

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

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

The leader said
That Paul would his head
thirty five thousand vets
Broke up that

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

A brassy band
Did snortle the grounds
Four noblest souls
Westchesters

And they looked like
The fleas on a back
fish in the waters of
My thirty

When Paul had and gone
And the kids and babies
Cops with guns and clubs
And they clubbed and 'em

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

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

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

wrinkle on your face
I know it at a
You run and hide
Nor nor dodge them

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