Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

The slave ship slipped from Liverpool
Over the waves the Navy rules
To go and plunder the of Benin
Where certain history ends and shame

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

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

White is the on your fine linen 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 scene at the Old Salt House
loaded the iron shackles and locks
Between a crocodile, a barrel and a bale
You see the nameless faces
They were for sale

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

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