Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Oxford

I'll sing you a song about a southern where the devil had his rule
marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school
His name was jimmy
The tide he helped to
For he chose to on that terrible day
The was soon to learn

was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their
What they they were doing,
God and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in hearts,
from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you done!"

The governor made a promise he would keep the down
But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be
And men were with hate and fear,
They screamed the night
The rebel flag in the air
The symbol of rights

was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on clothes
What they thought were doing,
God and the devil knows
There was hate, hate, in their hearts,
Shot from souls like a gun
And as they their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see you have done!"

Gas was fired into the mob each attack
And though the gas was low, they never fired back
And when the smoke had cleared and the fury felt it's
Two men were dead and a hundred
The south had risen

So mr barnet, and mr walker, too
The times are mighty fast, they'll roll right over you
But someday you'll head for the south, to the tip of hell
And it's hot down there, white-hot there
Let's hear your yell!

There was blood, red blood, on hands,
Yellow on their clothes
they thought they were doing,
Only God and the devil
There was hate, hate, in their hearts,
Shot from souls like a gun
And as they their stones and bricks,
screamed, "see what you have done!"
"see what you done!"