Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, I 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 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
Lookin' like I got a lot to but from my point of view

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

They called it Reconstruction, the buildings, dried some tears
We're still siftin' through the rubble after a 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 someone else's

I'm a white man livin' in the southland
Just like you I'm more than 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 still for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks made long we came
And caught between southern pride and blame

Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you
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 me, I really wish you would
Now my chains are gold but I'm still
I wasn't there when Sherman's turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a slave I never
Feel a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods
So when I see that white hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good
I we're 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 flag and I think you wish I here

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

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

Oh,
(The relationship the Mason-Dixon 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 things right
(Let be bygones)
Where all that's is southern pride
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for me, know what I mean)
It's real, real
truth