Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

Back before the were blue
When the good ol' songs new
Songs that may no longer us
the darkies, about Jesus
Mississippi minstrels of molasses
Strummed their banjos to entertain their
Some said garbage, cried art
You couldn't call it soul, you had to it heart

Backs bending digging holes to plant the seeds
The ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds
Put the in the stove, the water in the cup
You worked so hard you died standing up

I was a little thing
Papa to make me sing
Home Home and Aura Lee
These songs that my daddy tought me
Races and Susannah Don't You Cry
Gentle Annie still a tear to my eye
it garbage, label it art
You call it soul, you had to call it heart

Backs broke digging holes to plant the seeds
The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the
Put the wood in the stove, the in the cup
You worked so hard you died standing up

Sing me of days gone by
Make me laugh, me cry
Break my female in two
me songs that say "I love you"
Lower your eyes, raise your hand to your
me one about the sun setting in the west

Backs broke bending digging holes to the seeds
The owners ate the cane and the ate the weeds
Put the wood in the stove, the in the cup
You worked so that you died standing up

in the stove, water's in the cup
You so hard that you died standing up