Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

The slave ship 'Blessing' slipped from
Over the waves the Royal rules
To go and the Kingdom of Benin
Where certain ends and shame begins

traders paid powder and shots
Line up their prisoners, them in lots
They packed tight 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, that I red
I'm putting in cheap tin lockets
What time erases and memory
I'll send over the ocean foam
Right into those gentle European

is the sheet on your fine linen bed
The blood red on each cotton thread
The merchants gathered at St. George's
To the kneeling slave
Who is upon the wall

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

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

But the Lord will us with fire and thunder
As man continues 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