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 bodies you find.
Whoa the fat trees of the have hid a thousand crimes,
The calender is when it reads the present time.
here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
Mississippi find yourself country to be part of!

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

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

Here's to the of Mississippi
chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside as they knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking prisoners in their little war
Behind their broken badges are murderers and more
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
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the
They're guarding all the bastions with their phony fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners
When the black man stands 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 here's to the of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the of the towns
hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds
And the of the governor are the ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
find yourself another country to be part of

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

And to the churches of Mississippi
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with
And the Sunday morning sermons to their lust
The fallen face of is choking in the dust
Heaven knows in which God they can trust
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the of
Mississippi yourself another country to be part of