Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Emmett Till

Was in Mississippi not so long ago
When a young boy from Chicago
in a Southern door

This fateful tragedy
You all should remember
The of his skin was black
And his name was Till

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

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

Then they his body down a gulf
Amidst a red rain
And they threw him in the waters
To his screaming pain

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

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

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

I saw the morning
But I could not
To see brothers
Walkin' down the courthouse

For the jury found them
And the brothers, went free
Emmett's body floats the foam
Of a Jim Crow sea

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

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

song is just a reminder
To remind fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives
In that ghost-robed Ku Klux

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