Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks on Main, I hope you understand
I put on that t-shirt, the only thing 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 walked him in the room
Just a proud rebel son with an 'ol can of
Lookin' like I got a lot to but from my point of view

I'm a white man comin' to you from 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 you and me can re-write history
Our didn't start this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' yesterday
And between southern pride and southern blame

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

'Cause I'm a white man livin' in the
Just like you I'm than 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 generation didn't start this
And still paying for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks made before we came
And between southern pride and southern blame

Dear Mr. Man, I wish you understood
the world is really like when 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 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 I never could
Feel 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 the cover not the book
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate and the air
But I see that red flag and I think you wish I here

I'm a white man
(If you don't my do-rag)
to you from the southland
(I won't judge red flag)
Tryin' to what it's like not to be

I'm of where I'm from
(If you don't my gold chains)
But not everything done
(I'll forget the chains)
It like you and me can re-write history
(Can't re-write baby)

Oh,
(The between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin')
I hope you understand what this is all
(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 to make things right
(Let be bygones)
Where all left is southern pride
(RIP E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, real
It's