Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

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

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

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

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

Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
What the is really like when you're livin' in the hood
because my pants are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I wish you would
Now my chains are but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there Sherman's March turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a slave I never
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible hoods
So when I see that cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's 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 that red flag and I think you wish I wasn't

I'm just a man
(If you judge my do-rag)
Comin' to you the southland
(I judge your red flag)
Tryin' to understand it's like not to be

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

Oh,
(The relationship between the needs some fixin')
I hope you understand what is all about
(Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' about lately)
I'm a son of the new
(The past is the past, you me)
And I just want to make things
(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)
real, it's real
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