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 I meant to say is I'm a Skynyrd fan
The red on my chest somehow is like the elephant in the corner of the south
And I walked him right in the room
Just a proud son with an 'ol can of worms
like I got a lot to learn but from my point of view

I'm just a man comin' to you from 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 ain't you and me can re-write history
Our generation didn't this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and southern

They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried tears
We're still through 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 walk a mile in someone skin

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

Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
What the world is really like when livin' in the hood
Just because my pants are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no
You should try to get to know me, I really you would
Now my are gold but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there Sherman's March turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a slave I could
Feel 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 we're both guilty of the cover not the book
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate and the air
But I see that red flag and I think you I wasn't here

I'm just a man
(If you judge my do-rag)
Comin' to you from the
(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 everything we've
(I'll the iron chains)
It ain't like you and me can history
(Can't re-write baby)

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