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

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

Here's to the schools of
Where teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All of of hatred are present everywhere
And every single is a factory of despair
There's learning such a foreign word as fair
Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
find yourself another country to be part of

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

And, here's to the of Mississippi
Who the robe of honor as they crawl into the court
They're guarding all the with their phony legal fort
Oh, is a stranger when the prisoners report
When the black man stands the trial is always short
Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi find another country to be part of

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

And here's to the laws of
Congressmen gather in a circus of delay
the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, even 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 country to be part of

And here's to the of Mississippi
the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to their
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
Mississippi find yourself country to be part of