Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

I'm cutting up her pure white
I dyed red, that I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in tin lockets
time erases and memory mocks
I'll them over the ocean foam
Right those gentle European homes

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

Dahomey traders powder and shots
up their prisoners, sell them in lots
They them tight inside those coffin ships
And took them to the brand new world
Of auction blocks and

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

White is the sheet on your linen bed
The blood stained red on each thread
The merchants gathered at St. George's
To unveil the kneeling
Who is carved upon the

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

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

But the Lord will us with fire and thunder
As man continues with all his
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 should divide the
is no man who should own another
When he can't even recognize his sister and his