Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Emmett Till

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I saw the morning
But I not bear
To see smiling
Walkin' down the stairs

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

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

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

This song is just a
To your fellow man
this kind of thing still lives today
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 of ours
A greater to live