Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Emmett Till

Was down in Mississippi not so ago
When a boy from Chicago town
in a Southern door

This boy's tragedy
You all should well
The color of his skin was
And his name was Emmett

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

They him and did some things
Too to repeat
There were screaming sounds the barn
was laughing sounds out on the street

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

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

And then to the United States
Of for a trial
Two brothers, they
they had killed poor Emmett Till

But on the jury there men
Who had helped the brothers commit this 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 them innocent
And the brothers, went free
While Emmett's body the foam
Of a Jim southern sea

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

Your and legs
must be in shackles and chains
And your mind, it cease to flow
For you to let our human
Fall so God-awful low

This is just a reminder
To your fellow man
That this kind of still lives today
In that ghost-robed Ku Klux

But if all of us folks that alike
If we gave all we give
We make this great land of ours
A place to live