Luyện nghe bài hát Here's to The State of Mississippi

Here's to the State of
For underneath her borders, the devil draws no
If you drag her muddy river, bodies you will find
Whoa the fat of the forest have hid a thousand crimes
The calender is lyin' when it reads the present

Whoa, here's to the land you've out the heart of
Mississippi, yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the people of
Who say the folks up north, just don't understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the of the Klan
The sweating of their can't wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug shoulders at the murder of a man

Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, yourself another country to be part 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 such a foreign word as fair

Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the of
Mississippi, yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the cops of
They're chewing their as they lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside them as they you to the floor
No they don't like taking prisoners in their private war
Behind their broken badges are murderers and more

Oh, here's to the you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, yourself another country to be part of

And, here's to the of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as they into the court
They're guarding all the bastions with phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a when the prisoners report
When the man stands accused the trial is always short

Oh, here's to the you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find another country to be part of

And here's to the of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're bogging down
And are posing as the mayors of the towns
They're that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the of a clown

Oh, to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself country to be part of

And here's to the of Mississippi
Congressmen will gather in a circus of
the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay
Unwed mothers be sterilized, I've even heard them say
Yes, can be classic in the Mississippi way

Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the of
Mississippi, find yourself another to be part of

And here's to the churches of
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to lust
The fallen face of is choking in the dust
Heaven only in which God they can trust

Oh, here's to the land you've out the heart of
Mississippi, yourself another country to be part of