Luyện nghe bài hát Tobacco

Off to hell we sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes haunt Tobacco Island

'Twas 1659 now for sure
They dragged us our homeland wit' their musket and their gun
and his round heads battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom, now but stolen goods
Dark is the horizon, from the sun
rotten cage of Bridgetown is where I now belong

Off to hell we must sail for the shores of Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once in
The butcher and his raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that Tobacco Island

Red leg a peg blistered burns the soul
The floggings a plenty but reasons there are none
Our backs belong to landlords where branded is their
Paid for with ten shillings cheap never breaks
The silver moon is shinin', cools the blood
Where the livin' meet the dead and dance as one

Off to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet
Where the sugar grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco

Agony, you cleanse this misery?
For it's never again I'll breathe the air of
From sandy edge
The sea breaks my revenge
With each a thousand waves I hear roar
I'm home

Dark is the
by the sun
This rotten of Bridgetown
Is where I now

Off to hell we sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

Off to hell we must for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of crimes that haunt Tobacco Island