Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Messengers

I upon the book of life
Tracing the lines of face face
Looking down at their feet
in chains bound in chains
Chains of leather chains of
We knew it was wrong but we looked
And paraded them the colonial streets
And that's how they enslaved

They came across on the ships
Mothers from their babes
Husbands stood on the block
Bound in chains bound in
of leather chains of gold
Men it was wrong but they looked away
And led them to toil in fields of
As they their necks to a bitter landscape

Oh the people I hear them
Am I not a man and a
Am I not a and a sister

History sends us such strange
They come through time
To embrace to
And in their arms even stranger
And they from the trees
their vision in flames
Ropes of ropes of gold
Men knew it was wrong but they away
Messengers from twisted rope
As they turned necks to a bitter landscape

Oh the people I them calling
Am I not a man and a
Am I not a and a sister
We will be heard we will be