Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

I'm cutting up her pure dress
That I red, that I dyed red
I'm putting in cheap tin lockets
What time and memory mocks
send them over the ocean foam
Right into those gentle homes

The slave 'Blessing' slipped from Liverpool
Over the waves the Navy rules
To go and the Kingdom of Benin
Where certain history and shame begins

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

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

is the sheet on your fine linen bed
The stained red on each cotton thread
The merchants at St. George's Hall
To the kneeling slave
Who is upon the wall

Picture the at the Old Salt House docks
They loaded the iron shackles and
Between a sandstone crocodile, a and a bale
You see the nameless faces
They were for sale

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

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

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