Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

I'm up her pure white dress
That I dyed red, I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in cheap tin
time erases and memory mocks
I'll send them over the foam
into those gentle European homes

The slave ship 'Blessing' slipped Liverpool
Over the waves the Royal Navy
To go and plunder the of Benin
Where certain ends and shame begins

Dahomey traders paid and shots
Line up their prisoners, sell them in
packed them tight inside those coffin ships
And took them to the brand new world
Of auction and whips

So I'm cutting up her pure white
That I dyed red, that I red
I'm putting in cheap tin lockets
What time erases and memory
I'll send them over the foam
Right into gentle European homes

White is the on your fine linen bed
The stained red on each cotton thread
The merchants gathered at St. George's
To the kneeling slave
Who is upon the wall

Picture the scene at the Old Salt House
They the iron shackles and locks
Between a crocodile, a barrel and a bale
You will see the nameless
They offering for sale

So I sing the of God's glory
As a blue floats in the basement
An on the second storey
And queue all day to see him
In my Museum

But the Lord will judge us fire and thunder
As man with all his blunders
It's only money, it's only
Maybe it is time to put aside these fictitious

But man is feeble, man is
And if it should divide the
There is no man who should own
he can't even recognize his sister and his brother