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 muddy river, nameless bodies you will
Whoa the fat trees of the forest hid a thousand crimes
The calender is when it reads the present time

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

Here's to the people of
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 and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man

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

Here's to the schools of
Where they're teaching all the children that don't have to care
All of rudiments of hatred are everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of
There's nobody learning such a word as fair

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

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

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

And, to the judges of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the
They're guarding all the bastions with phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners
the black man stands accused the trial is always short

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

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

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
Congressmen will in a circus of delay
the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even them say
Yes, corruption can be classic in the way

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
the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons to their lust
The fallen face of is choking in the dust
Heaven only knows in which God they can

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