Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

I'm cutting up her pure dress
That I dyed red, I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in tin lockets
What time erases and memory
I'll send over the ocean foam
Right those gentle European homes

The slave ship 'Blessing' from Liverpool
Over the the Royal Navy rules
To go and the Kingdom of Benin
Where certain history ends and shame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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