Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

The slave 'Blessing' slipped from Liverpool
Over the waves the Royal Navy
To go and plunder the of Benin
Where certain ends and shame begins

Dahomey traders paid and shots
Line up their prisoners, sell them in
They packed tight inside those coffin ships
And took them to the brand new world
Of auction and whips

So I'm cutting up her pure white
That I red, that I dyed red
I'm putting scraps in cheap tin
What time erases and mocks
I'll send over the ocean foam
into those gentle European homes

White is the sheet on your fine bed
The blood stained red on each thread
The gathered at St. George's Hall
To unveil the kneeling
Who is upon the wall

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

So I sing the praises of glory
As a blue cetacean floats in the
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
only money, it's only numbers
Maybe it is time to put aside these fictitious

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