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 muddy river, nameless 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 you've torn out the heart of,
Mississippi find yourself another country to be of!

to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north, just don't understand
And they in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the of a man
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the 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 are present everywhere
And every single is a factory of despair
There's nobody learning such a foreign word as
Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another to be part of

Here's to the cops of
They're chewing their tobacco as they lock the door
Their bellies bounce inside as they knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking prisoners in their private war
Behind their badges there 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 judges of
Who wear the robe of honor as they into the court
They're guarding all the bastions with their legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger the prisoners report
When the black man accused the trial is always short
Oh, here's to the land torn 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 they're always down
And criminals are as the mayors of the towns
They're 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 you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another to be part of

And here's to the laws of
Congressmen will gather in a circus of
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 land you've out the heart of
Mississippi find another country to be part of

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