Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

I'm cutting up her white dress
That I dyed red, I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in tin lockets
What time erases and mocks
I'll send them over the foam
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 ends and begins

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

So I'm cutting up her pure dress
That I red, that I dyed red
I'm putting in cheap tin lockets
What time erases and mocks
send them over the ocean foam
Right into those European homes

White is the on your fine linen bed
The blood stained red on each cotton
The merchants at St. George's Hall
To unveil the slave
Who is carved upon the

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

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

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

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