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 only 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 him right in the room
Just a proud 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 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 start this
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' yesterday
And caught southern pride and southern blame

They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, some tears
We're still siftin' through the rubble after a hundred-fifty
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 else's skin

I'm a white man livin' in the southland
Just like you I'm more what you see
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
And we're still for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks made long before we
And caught between southern and southern blame

Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you
What the world is really like when you're in the hood
Just because my are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You try to get to know me, I really wish you would
Now my chains are but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't when Sherman's March turned the south into firewood
I want you to get but be a slave I never could
like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm it's not all good
I guess we're both guilty of judgin' the cover not the
I'd to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air
But I see that red flag and I think you wish I wasn't

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

I'm proud of where I'm
(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 history
(Can't history baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the needs some fixin')
I hope you understand what this is all
(Quite frankly I'm a black 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 to make things 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, what I mean)
It's real, it's
It's