Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

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

Dahomey paid powder and shots
Line up their prisoners, them in lots
packed them tight inside those coffin ships
And they took to the brand new world
Of auction blocks and

So I'm cutting up her pure dress
I dyed red, that I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in cheap tin
What 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 cotton
The gathered at St. George's Hall
To unveil the slave
Who is upon the wall

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

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

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

But man is feeble, man is
And if it divide the union
There is no man who should own
When he even recognize his sister and his brother