Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

The slave ship slipped from Liverpool
Over the waves the Royal Navy
To go and the Kingdom of Benin
Where history ends and shame begins

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

So I'm cutting up her pure white
That I dyed red, that I red
I'm putting in cheap tin lockets
What time erases and mocks
send them over the ocean foam
Right into those 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 unveil the kneeling
Who is upon the wall

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

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

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

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