Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Messengers

I looked upon the book of
Tracing the of face after face
down at their naked feet
Bound in chains in chains
Chains of leather chains of
We knew it was wrong but we looked
And paraded them down the colonial
And how they became enslaved

They came across on the ships
Mothers separated their babes
Husbands stood on the auction
Bound in chains in chains
Chains of chains of gold
Men knew it was but they looked away
And led to toil in fields of white
As they their necks to a bitter landscape

Oh the people I them calling
Am I not a man and a
Am I not a woman and a

History sends us such messengers
They come down through
To to enrage
And in their arms even stranger
And swing from the trees
their vision in flames
Ropes of ropes of gold
Men it was wrong but they looked away
Messengers swinging from twisted
As they their necks to a bitter landscape

Oh the people I hear calling
Am I not a man and a
Am I not a woman and a
We will be heard we be heard