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

Here's to the of Mississippi
For underneath her borders, the devil no lines
If you drag her 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

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

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

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

to the schools of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they have to care
All of of hatred are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a of despair
There's learning such a foreign word as fair

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

Here's to the of Mississippi
chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door
Their bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor
No they don't like prisoners in their private little war
Behind their badges there are murderers and more

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

And, here's to the of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of as they crawl into the court
guarding all the bastions with their phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger the prisoners report
When the black man stands the trial is always short

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

And to the government of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always down
And criminals are posing as the of the towns
They're hoping that no one sees the sights and the sounds
And the speeches of the are the ravings of a clown

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

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

Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be of

And to the churches of Mississippi
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is with rust
And the Sunday morning pander to their lust
The fallen of Jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only knows in which God they can

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