Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

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

Dahomey traders powder and shots
Line up their prisoners, sell in lots
They packed them inside those coffin ships
And they took them to the brand new
Of auction and whips

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

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

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

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

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

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