Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, I hope you
When I put on that t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say is I'm a 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 an 'ol can of worms
Lookin' I got a lot to learn but from my point of view

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

They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried tears
still siftin' through the rubble after a hundred-fifty years
I try to put myself in your shoes and that's a good to begin
But it like I can walk a mile in someone else's skin

'Cause I'm a white man in the southland
Just like you I'm more than you see
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything done
And it like you and me can re-write history
Our didn't start this nation
And still paying for the mistakes
That a of folks made long before we came
And caught between pride and southern blame

Dear Mr. White Man, I you understood
What the world is really like when you're livin' in the
Just because my pants are doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I wish you would
Now my chains are but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south into
I want you to get paid but be a I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all
I guess both guilty of judgin' the cover not the book
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 a white man
(If you don't my do-rag)
Comin' to you from the
(I judge your red flag)
Tryin' to understand it's like not to be

I'm of where I'm from
(If you don't judge my chains)
But not we've done
(I'll the iron chains)
It ain't like you and me can re-write
(Can't re-write baby)

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