Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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