Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man waited on me at the Starbucks down 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 on my chest somehow is like the elephant in the corner of the south
And I just walked him right in the
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 the southland
Tryin' to understand it's like not to be
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
We're still pickin' up the pieces, on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and southern

They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried tears
We're still siftin' through the rubble after a years
I try to put myself in your shoes and that's a good to begin
But it ain't like I can walk a in someone else's skin

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

Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
What the world is like when you're livin' in the hood
Just because my are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I wish you would
Now my are gold but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the into firewood
I you to get paid but be a slave 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 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 just a man
(If you don't my do-rag)
Comin' to you from the
(I judge your red flag)
Tryin' to what it's like not to be

I'm proud of where I'm
(If you don't my gold chains)
But not everything done
(I'll the iron chains)
It ain't like you and me can history
(Can't history baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the 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 is the past, you feel me)
And I just want to things right
(Let be bygones)
Where all left is southern pride
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, real
It's