Luyện nghe bài hát Tobacco Island

All to hell we must
For the shores of sweet
the sugar cane grows taller
Than the God we once in

the butcher and his crown
Raped the we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of crimes
That haunt tobacco

'Twas forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our
the musket and their gun

Cromwell and his
all we know
Shackled hopes of
We're now but stolen

the horizon
Blackened the sun
This rotten of Bridgetown
Is I now belong

All to hell we sail
For the shores of sweet
Where the cane grows taller
Than the God we once in

Till the butcher and his
Raped the land we used to in
Now tomorrow chimes of crimes
That tobacco island

Red leg a peg
burns the soul
The floggings a plenty
But reasons there are

Our backs to landlords
branded is there name
Paid for ten shillings
Cheap labor never

The silver moon is
Cools the copper
the livin' meet the dead
And dance as one

All to hell we must
For the shores of Barbados
Where the cane grows taller
the God we once believed in

Till the butcher and his
Raped the land we used to in
Now tomorrow of ghostly crimes
That haunt island

Agony, you cleanse this misery?
For never again I'll breathe
The air of
From this sandy
The rolling sea breaks my
each whisper a thousand waves
I roar, I'm coming home

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

All to hell we must
For the of sweet Barbados
Where the cane grows taller
Than the God we once in

Till the butcher and his
Raped the we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly
That haunt island

All to we must sail
For the shores of sweet
the sugar cane grows taller
Than the God we believed in

Till the butcher and his
the land we used to sleep in
Now chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt island