Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks on Main, I hope you understand
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 in the corner of the south
And I just walked him right in the
Just a rebel son with an 'ol can of worms
like I got a lot to learn but from my point of view

I'm just a man comin' to you from the southland
to understand 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 history
Our generation didn't this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, over yesterday
And caught between southern and southern blame

They it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
We're still siftin' the rubble after a hundred-fifty years
I try to put in your shoes 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 white man livin' in the
Just you I'm more than what you see
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 generation start this nation
And we're paying for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks made long we came
And between southern pride and southern blame

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

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

I'm proud of I'm from
(If you don't my gold chains)
But not we've done
(I'll forget the chains)
It ain't like you and me can history
(Can't history baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs fixin')
I hope you understand what 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 is the past, you feel me)
And I just want to things right
(Let be bygones)
Where all that's left is southern
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, real
truth