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 that t-shirt, the thing I meant to say is I'm a Skynyrd fan
The red flag on my chest somehow is like the elephant in the corner of the
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 just a man comin' to you from the southland
Tryin' to understand what like not to be
I'm proud of where I'm but not everything we've done
And it ain't like you and me can history
Our generation start this nation
still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and blame

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

'Cause I'm a man livin' 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 like you and me can re-write history
Our generation didn't start this
And we're still for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks made long we came
And caught between pride and southern blame

Dear Mr. White Man, I you understood
What the world is like when you're 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 wish you
Now my are gold but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south into
I want you to get but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' not all good
I guess we're both guilty of judgin' the cover not the
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 don't 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 proud of I'm from
(If you judge my gold chains)
But not we've done
(I'll forget the chains)
It ain't you and me can re-write history
(Can't history baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon some fixin')
I you understand what this is all about
(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 things right
(Let be bygones)
Where all that's left is southern
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, it's
truth