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 her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find.
the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
The is lyin' when it reads the present time.
here's to the land 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, they just don't
And they tremble in shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood off their hands
They smile and their shoulders at the murder of a man
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the of
Mississippi yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children they don't have to care
All of rudiments of are present everywhere
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 out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be of

to the cops of Mississippi
They're chewing tobacco as they lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside as they knock you to the floor
No they don't like prisoners in their private little war
Behind broken badges there are murderers and more
Oh, here's to the land torn 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 with their phony fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the report
When the black man stands the trial is always short
Oh, here's to the you've torn out the heart of
find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the
They're hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the
And the speeches of the governor are the of a clown
Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find another country to be part of

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

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