Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, I 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 in the corner of the south
And I walked him right in the room
a proud rebel son with an 'ol can of worms
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but from my of view

I'm just a white man comin' to you the southland
Tryin' to understand 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 generation didn't this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, over yesterday
And between southern pride and southern blame

called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
We're 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 else's skin

'Cause I'm a man livin' in the southland
Just like you I'm more than you see
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 start this nation
And still paying for the mistakes
That a of folks made long before we came
And caught between southern pride and southern

Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you
What the world is really like you're livin' in the hood
Just because my pants are saggin' doesn't 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, 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 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 won't your red flag)
Tryin' to understand it's like not to be

I'm proud of where I'm
(If you judge my gold chains)
But not everything we've
(I'll the iron chains)
It like you and me can re-write history
(Can't history baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the needs some fixin')
I you understand what this is all about
(Quite I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' about 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)
Where all that's is southern pride
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, real
It's