Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

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

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

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

'Cause I'm a white man livin' in the
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 start this
And we're paying for the mistakes
That a of folks made long before we came
And caught between southern pride and blame

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

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

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

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