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

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

Whoa, here's to the land 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, they just don't
And they in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of souls can't wash the blood from off their hands
They and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man

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

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

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

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

And, here's to the of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the
They're guarding all the 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 land you've torn out the of
Mississippi, find yourself another to be part of

And to the government of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging
And are posing as the mayors of the towns
They're hoping that no one 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
While the Constitution is drowning in an of decay
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even heard say
Yes, corruption can be in the Mississippi way

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

And to the churches of Mississippi
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 knows in which God they can trust

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