Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

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

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

So I'm cutting up her pure white
That I dyed red, that I red
I'm putting scraps in tin lockets
What time erases and mocks
I'll them over the ocean foam
Right those gentle European homes

White is the sheet on your fine bed
The blood stained red on cotton thread
The merchants gathered at St. Hall
To unveil the kneeling
Who is carved the wall

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

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

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

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