Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Emmett Till

Was in Mississippi not so long ago
When a young boy from town
Walked in a door

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

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

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

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

The that 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 States
Of for a trial
Two brothers, they
they had killed poor Emmett Till

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

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

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

If you can't speak out against this 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 cease to flow
For you to let our human
down so God-awful low

This song is just a
To your fellow man
this kind of thing still lives today
In that ghost-robed Ku Klan

But if all of us that thinks alike
If we all we could give
We make this great land of ours
A greater place to