Luyện nghe bài hát Red Cotton

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

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

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

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

White is the sheet on fine linen bed
The stained red on each cotton thread
The merchants gathered at St. Hall
To unveil the slave
Who is carved the wall

Picture the at the Old Salt House docks
They loaded the iron shackles and
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 floats in the
An elephant on the storey
And queue all day to see him
In my Museum

But the Lord will judge us fire and thunder
As man continues with all his
only money, it's only numbers
Maybe it is time to put 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 his sister and his brother