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 of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
The calender is lyin' when it the present time.
Whoa here's to the land you've 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 wash the blood from off hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the of a man
Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find another country to be part of

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

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

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

And to the government of Mississippi
In the swamp of bureaucracy they're always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the of the towns
They're hoping that no one 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 out the heart of
find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the laws of
will gather in a circus of delay
While the is drowning in an ocean of decay
Unwed should be sterilized, I've even heard them say
Yes, corruption can be classic in the way
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the of
Mississippi find yourself 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 morning sermons pander to their
The fallen face of Jesus is choking in the
Heaven knows in which God they can trust
Oh, here's to the you've torn out the heart of
find yourself another country to be part of