Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

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

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

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

Backs broke 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 that you died standing up

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

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

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