Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, I you understand
I put on that t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say is I'm a Skynyrd fan
The red flag on my chest is like the elephant in the corner of the south
And I just him right in the room
Just a proud rebel son an 'ol can of worms
like I got a lot to learn but from my point of view

I'm just a white man comin' to you from the
Tryin' to what it's like not to be
I'm of where I'm from but not everything we've done
And it ain't like you and me can re-write
Our didn't start this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' yesterday
And caught between pride and southern blame

called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
We're still siftin' through the after a hundred-fifty years
I try to put myself in your and that's a good place to begin
But it ain't I can walk a mile in someone else's skin

'Cause I'm a man livin' in the southland
Just you I'm more than what you see
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything done
And it ain't like you and me can re-write
Our generation didn't this nation
And we're still for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks made long we came
And caught southern pride and southern blame

Dear Mr. Man, I wish you understood
What the world is really like you're livin' in the hood
Just because my are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really wish you
Now my chains are gold but I'm misunderstood
I wasn't there when March turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' not all good
I guess we're both guilty of judgin' the not the book
I'd love to buy you a beer, and clear the air
But I see red flag and I think you wish I wasn't here

I'm a white man
(If you judge my do-rag)
Comin' to you the southland
(I won't judge red flag)
Tryin' to what it's like not to be

I'm of where I'm from
(If you judge my gold chains)
But not everything done
(I'll the iron chains)
It like you and me can re-write history
(Can't re-write baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs fixin')
I you understand what this is all about
(Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' this lately)
I'm a son of the new
(The past is the past, you me)
And I just want to make right
(Let be bygones)
Where all that's left is pride
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, it's
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