Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, I hope you understand
When I put on that t-shirt, the only thing I 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 walked him right in the room
Just a rebel son with an 'ol can of worms
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but from my point of

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

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

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

Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you
What the world is really like when you're livin' in the
Just because my pants are saggin' mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really wish you
Now my chains are but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south firewood
I you to get paid but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white
So when I see that white hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good
I guess we're both guilty of the cover 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 just a man
(If you judge my do-rag)
to you from the southland
(I won't your 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 forget the chains)
It like you and me can re-write history
(Can't re-write baby)

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