Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

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

Dahomey traders paid powder and
Line up their prisoners, sell them in
They packed them tight inside coffin ships
And they them to the brand new world
Of auction blocks and

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

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

Picture the at the Old Salt House docks
They loaded the shackles and locks
Between a crocodile, a barrel and a bale
You see the nameless faces
They offering for sale

So I the praises of God's glory
As a blue cetacean in the basement
An on the second storey
And queue all day to see him
In my Museum

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

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