Luyện nghe bài hát Here's to the State of Mississippi

Here's to the of Mississippi,
For her borders, the devil draws no lines,
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you find.
Whoa the fat trees of the have hid a thousand crimes,
The calender is lyin' it reads the present time.
Whoa here's to the land you've out the heart of,
Mississippi find yourself country to be part of!

Here's to the people of
Who say the folks up north, they don't understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the of the Klan
The sweating of their souls can't wash the from off their hands
They smile and shrug shoulders at the murder of a man
Oh, here's to the you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find another country to be part of

Here's to the of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to
All of rudiments of hatred are present
And every single is a factory of despair
There's nobody learning such a word as fair
Oh, here's to the land you've out the heart of
find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the cops of
They're chewing their tobacco as lock the prison door
bellies bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking in their private little war
their broken badges there are murderers and more
Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be of

And, here's to the of Mississippi
Who the robe of honor as they crawl into the court
They're all the bastions with their phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the report
When the black man stands the trial is always short
Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another to be part of

And here's to the of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're bogging down
And criminals are as the mayors of the towns
They're hoping that no one sees the sights and the sounds
And the speeches of the are the ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
Mississippi find another country to be part of

And to the laws of Mississippi
Congressmen will gather in a circus of
While the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even heard say
Yes, corruption can be classic in the way
Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi yourself another country to be part of

And to the churches of Mississippi
the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to lust
The fallen of Jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only in which God they can trust
Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another to be part of