Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

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

Backs broke bending digging holes to plant the
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

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

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

Sing me songs of days by
Make me laugh, me cry
Break my female in two
Sing me songs that say "I you"
Lower eyes, raise your hand to your breast
Sing me one 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 hard you died standing up

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