Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

The ship 'Blessing' slipped from Liverpool
Over the waves the Royal Navy
To go and plunder the Kingdom of
Where certain history ends and begins

traders paid powder and shots
Line up prisoners, sell them in lots
They packed them tight inside those coffin
And they took them to the new world
Of blocks and whips

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

White is the sheet on fine linen bed
The blood stained red on each thread
The merchants gathered at St. Hall
To unveil the kneeling
Who is carved the wall

Picture the scene at the Old House docks
They loaded the shackles and locks
Between a sandstone crocodile, a barrel and a
You will see the nameless
They were for sale

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

But the Lord will us with fire and thunder
As man continues with all his
only money, it's only numbers
Maybe it is time to put aside fictitious 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 his sister and his brother