Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

Back the blues were blue
When the good ol' were new
Songs that may no longer us
the darkies, about Jesus
Mississippi color of molasses
Strummed their to entertain their massas
Some said garbage, 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 and the workers ate the weeds
Put the in the stove, the water in the cup
You worked so that you died standing up

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

Backs bending digging holes 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 worked so that you died standing up

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

Backs broke bending digging holes to plant the
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

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