Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

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

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

I was a little thing
Papa tried to me sing
Sweet Home and Aura Lee
These were songs my daddy tought me
Camptown Races and Don't You Cry
Gentle Annie brings a tear to my eye
Label it garbage, it art
You couldn't call it soul, you had to call it

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 so hard that you died standing up

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

Backs broke 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 hard you died standing up

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