Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

The slave ship 'Blessing' slipped Liverpool
the waves the Royal Navy rules
To go and plunder the of Benin
certain history ends and shame begins

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

So I'm up her pure white dress
I dyed red, that I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in cheap tin
What erases and memory mocks
I'll them over the ocean foam
Right into those European homes

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

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

So I sing the praises of glory
As a blue floats in the basement
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 continues with all his
only 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 can't even his sister and his brother