Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

Back before the blues were
When the good ol' were new
Songs that may no longer us
'Bout the darkies, Jesus
minstrels color of molasses
Strummed their banjos to their massas
Some said garbage, others art
You couldn't call it soul, you had to 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 worked so hard that you died up

When I was a little
Papa to make me sing
Home Sweet and Aura Lee
These were songs that my tought me
Camptown and Susannah Don't You Cry
Gentle 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 bending holes to plant the seeds
The owners ate the cane and the ate the weeds
Put the in the stove, the water in the cup
You worked so hard you died standing up

Sing me songs of days by
me laugh, make me cry
Break my heart in two
Sing me that say "I love you"
Lower your eyes, raise your to your breast
Sing me one about the sun in the west

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 that you died standing up

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