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

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

Whoa, to the land you've torn 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 tremble in shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their
They smile and their shoulders at the murder of a man

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

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

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

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

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

And, to the judges of Mississippi
Who the robe of honor as they crawl into the court
guarding all the bastions with their phony legal fort
Oh, is a stranger when the prisoners report
When the black man stands accused the is always short

Oh, here's to the you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be 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 that no one sees the sights 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 to be part of

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

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

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

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