Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Emmett Till

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This song is just a
To remind fellow man
That this of thing still lives today
In that Ku Klux Klan

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