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 only thing I 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 just him right in the room
Just a proud rebel son an 'ol can of worms
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but from my point of

I'm just a white man comin' to you from the
to understand what it's like not to be
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 didn't start this
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over
And caught between southern pride and southern

They it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
We're still siftin' through the rubble after a years
I try to put myself in 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 than 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 didn't this nation
And we're paying for the mistakes
a bunch of folks made long before we came
And caught between southern and southern blame

Dear Mr. Man, I wish you understood
What the world is really like when you're in the hood
Just my pants are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really you would
Now my are gold but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there Sherman's March turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, invisible white 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 here

I'm a white man
(If you judge 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 proud of I'm from
(If you don't judge my chains)
But not everything we've
(I'll the iron chains)
It ain't like you and me can history
(Can't history baby)

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