Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Emmett Till

Was down in Mississippi not so ago
a young boy from Chicago town
Walked in a Southern

This fateful tragedy
You all remember well
The of his skin was black
And his was Emmett Till

men, they dragged him to a barn
And there beat him up
They said had a reason
But what

They tortured him and did some
Too evil to
were screaming sounds inside the barn
There was sounds out on the street

Then they rolled his body a gulf
Amidst a blood red
And they threw him in the wide
To his screaming pain

The reason that they him there
And I'm a-sure, it no lie
'Cause he was born in black-skin
He was to die

And then to stop the States
Of for a trial
Two brothers, confessed
That they had killed poor Emmett

But on the jury were men
Who had helped the brothers commit awful crime
And so this was a mockery
But nobody there to mind

I saw the papers
But I could not
To see brothers
down the courthouse stairs

For the jury found innocent
And the brothers, they went
While Emmett's body the foam
Of a Jim Crow sea

If you can't speak out against kind of thing
A that's so unjust
Your eyes are with dead men's clay
ears must be filled with dust

Your arms and
They must be in and chains
And your mind, it must cease to
For you to let our human
Fall down so low

This is just a reminder
To remind your man
That this kind of thing lives today
In ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan

But if all of us folks that thinks
If we all we could give
We could this great land of ours
A greater to live