Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Emmett Till

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

This boy's fateful
You all remember well
The color of his was black
And his was Emmett Till

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

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

Then they rolled his body a gulf
Amidst a red rain
And they him in the waters wide
To cease his pain

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

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

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

I saw the morning
But I could not
To see smiling
down the courthouse stairs

For the found them innocent
And the brothers, they free
While Emmett's floats the foam
Of a Jim southern sea

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

arms and legs
They must be in and chains
And your mind, it must to flow
For you to let our race
down so God-awful low

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

But if all of us folks that alike
If we gave all we could
We could make this great land of
A greater place to