Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

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

Dahomey traders paid powder and
Line up their prisoners, sell in lots
packed them tight inside those coffin ships
And they took to the brand new world
Of auction and whips

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

White is the sheet on your 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

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

So I the praises of God's glory
As a blue floats in the basement
An elephant on the storey
And queue all day to see him
In my American

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

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