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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. Man, I wish you understood
What the world is really like you're livin' in the hood
Just because my pants are doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really wish you
Now my chains are gold but I'm misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March the south into firewood
I want you to get but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' white hoods
So when I see that white hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good
I guess we're both guilty of judgin' the cover not the
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate and the air
But I see that red flag and I think you wish I wasn't

I'm just a man
(If you judge my do-rag)
to you from the southland
(I judge your red flag)
Tryin' to understand what like not to be

I'm proud of I'm from
(If you judge my gold 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 understand what this is all
(Quite I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' about this lately)
I'm a son of the new
(The past is the past, you me)
And I just want to things right
(Let be bygones)
Where all that's left is southern
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, what I mean)
It's real, it's
It's