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 somehow is like the elephant in the corner of the south
And I just walked him in the room
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 a white man comin' 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 like you and me can re-write history
Our generation didn't this nation
still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and blame

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

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

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

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