Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

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

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

So I'm cutting up her white dress
I dyed red, that I dyed red
I'm putting in cheap tin lockets
What erases and memory mocks
I'll send over the ocean foam
Right into gentle European homes

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

the scene at the Old Salt House docks
They loaded the iron shackles and
Between a crocodile, a barrel and a bale
You see the nameless faces
were offering for sale

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

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