Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

Back before the blues blue
When the good ol' were new
Songs that may no please us
'Bout the darkies, Jesus
minstrels color of molasses
Strummed their banjos to entertain massas
Some garbage, others cried art
You couldn't it soul, you had to call it heart

Backs broke bending digging to plant 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 hard that you died up

When I was a little
Papa to make me sing
Home Sweet Home and Lee
These were songs that my tought me
Camptown and Susannah Don't You Cry
Gentle Annie brings a tear to my eye
Label it garbage, it art
You call it soul, you had to call it heart

broke bending digging holes to plant 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

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

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

Wood's in the stove, in the cup
You worked so hard that you died up