Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

I'm cutting up her pure white
That I dyed red, I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in tin lockets
time erases and memory mocks
I'll send them the ocean foam
Right those gentle European homes

The slave ship 'Blessing' slipped from
Over the waves the Royal Navy
To go and the Kingdom of Benin
Where certain history ends and begins

Dahomey traders paid and shots
Line up their prisoners, them in lots
They packed them tight inside coffin ships
And they took them to the brand new
Of blocks and whips

So I'm cutting up her white dress
That I red, that I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in tin lockets
What erases and memory mocks
I'll send them the ocean foam
Right into gentle European homes

is the sheet on your fine linen bed
The blood stained red on each cotton
The merchants gathered at St. Hall
To unveil the slave
Who is upon the wall

Picture the scene at the Old Salt House
They loaded the shackles and locks
Between a sandstone crocodile, a barrel and a
You will see the nameless
were offering for sale

So I the praises of God's glory
As a blue floats in the basement
An elephant on the storey
And they all day to see him
In my American

But the Lord judge us with fire and thunder
As man continues all his blunders
It's money, it's only numbers
Maybe it is time to put these fictitious wonders

But man is feeble, man is
And if it should the union
There is no man who should own
When he can't even recognize his and his brother