Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

I'm up her pure white dress
That I dyed red, that I red
I'm putting scraps in tin lockets
What time erases and memory
I'll send them over the ocean
Right into those gentle European

The slave ship 'Blessing' from Liverpool
Over the waves the Royal rules
To go and plunder the of Benin
Where certain history and shame begins

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

So I'm cutting up her pure white
That I dyed red, that I red
I'm scraps in cheap tin lockets
What time and memory mocks
I'll send them the ocean foam
Right into those European homes

White is the sheet on fine linen bed
The blood stained red on cotton thread
The gathered at St. George's Hall
To unveil the slave
Who is carved the wall

Picture the scene at the Old House docks
loaded the iron shackles and locks
Between a sandstone crocodile, a and a bale
You see the nameless faces
They offering for sale

So I sing the praises of God's
As a blue cetacean floats in the
An elephant on the second
And they all day to see him
In my American

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

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