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 elephant in the of the south
And I walked him right in the room
a proud rebel son with an 'ol can of worms
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but my point of view

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

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

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

Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
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 wish you would
Now my chains are gold but I'm still
I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the into firewood
I want you to get but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm it's not all good
I guess we're both guilty of the cover not the book
I'd to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air
But I see red flag and I think you wish I wasn't here

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

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

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