Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

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

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

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

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

Picture the scene at the Old Salt House
They loaded the iron and locks
Between a crocodile, a barrel and a bale
You will see the faces
They were 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 Museum

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

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