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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to the cops of Mississippi
They're chewing their tobacco as they lock the door
Their bellies bounce them as they knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking in their private little war
Behind their broken 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 crawl into the court
They're guarding all the bastions with their legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the report
When the black man accused the trial is always short

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 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 the sights and hears the sounds
And the of the governor are the ravings 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
will gather in a circus of delay
While the is drowning in an ocean of decay
Unwed should be sterilized, I've even heard them say
Yes, corruption can be 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 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 face of 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 another country to be of