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 t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say is I'm a Skynyrd fan
The red flag on my chest somehow is like the elephant in the of the south
And I walked him right in the room
Just a proud rebel son an 'ol can of worms
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but my point of view

I'm a white man comin' to you from the southland
Tryin' to understand what like not to be
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything we've
And it ain't like you and me can re-write
Our didn't start this nation
We're pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and blame

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

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

Dear Mr. Man, I wish you understood
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 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 paid but be a slave I never
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' white hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm it's not all good
I guess we're both of judgin' the cover not the book
I'd love to buy you a beer, and clear the air
But I see that red flag and I you wish I wasn't here

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

Oh,
(The between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin')
I hope you 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 is the past, you feel me)
And I just want to make things
(Let be bygones)
Where all that's is southern pride
(RIP E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, it's
truth