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

I'm just a white man to you from the southland
to understand what it's 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 generation didn't start nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between pride and southern blame

They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some
still siftin' through the rubble after a hundred-fifty years
I try to put in your 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 proud of where I'm but not everything we've done
And it ain't like you and me can history
Our generation didn't start this
And still paying for the mistakes
a bunch of folks made long before we came
And caught between southern and southern blame

Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
What the world is like when you're livin' in the hood
Just because my pants are 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 misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south firewood
I want you to get paid but be a slave I never
like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods
So I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good
I guess we're both guilty of judgin' the not the book
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate and the air
But I see that red and I think you wish I wasn't here

I'm just a man
(If you judge my do-rag)
Comin' to you from the
(I won't judge red flag)
to understand what it's 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 like you and me can re-write history
(Can't re-write baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs fixin')
I hope you understand what this is all
(Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been 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 left is southern pride
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, real
truth