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

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

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

to the schools of Mississippi
Where teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All of rudiments of hatred are everywhere
And every single is a factory of despair
There's nobody such a foreign word as fair
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
They're chewing their tobacco as lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside as they knock you to the floor
No they like taking prisoners in their private little war
Behind their broken badges there are and more
Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself country to be part of

And, here's to the judges of
Who wear the robe of honor as crawl into the court
They're guarding all the bastions with their phony legal
Oh, is a stranger when the prisoners report
When the black man accused the trial is always short
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
In the of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down
And are posing as the mayors of the towns
hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the of
Mississippi find another country to be part of

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

And here's to the of Mississippi
Where the cross, once of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday sermons pander to their 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