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

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

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

Here's to the schools of
Where they're teaching all the that they don't have to care
All of of hatred are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a of despair
nobody learning such a foreign word as fair
Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
Mississippi yourself another country to be part of

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

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

And here's to the government of
In the swamp of their they're always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the
hoping that no one sees the sights and hears 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 yourself another country to be of

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

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