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 t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say is I'm a Skynyrd fan
The red flag on my chest somehow is the elephant in the corner of the south
And I just walked him in the room
Just a proud son with an 'ol can of worms
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but from my 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 from but not we've done
And it ain't like you and me can history
Our didn't start this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and southern

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

'Cause I'm a white man in the southland
Just like you I'm than what you see
I'm of where I'm from but not everything we've done
And it ain't like you and me can history
Our generation didn't start nation
And we're still paying for the
That a bunch of made long 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 my pants are saggin' doesn't 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 into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a 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 both guilty of judgin' the cover not the book
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate and the air
But I see red flag and I think you wish I wasn't here

I'm just a man
(If you don't my do-rag)
Comin' to you 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 don't judge my chains)
But not everything done
(I'll the iron chains)
It ain't like you and me can re-write
(Can't re-write 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 just want to things right
(Let be bygones)
all that's left is southern pride
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, it's
truth