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 when it reads the present time.
Whoa here's to the 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, they don't understand
And they in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their can't wash the blood from off their hands
They and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man
Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another to be part of

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

to the cops of Mississippi
They're chewing their tobacco as lock the prison door
Their bellies inside them 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, here's to the land you've out the heart of
Mississippi find another country to be part of

And, to the judges of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as they into the court
They're guarding all the bastions their phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners
When the black man stands 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 to the government of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging
And criminals are posing as the of the towns
They're hoping 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 you've 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 drowning in an 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 land torn out the heart of
find 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 morning sermons pander to their
The face of Jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only knows in which God can trust
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the of
Mississippi find yourself country to be part of