Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

The ship 'Blessing' slipped from Liverpool
Over the the Royal Navy rules
To go and plunder the Kingdom of
Where certain history and shame begins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 and his brother