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
Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a crimes
The calender is lyin' when it reads the time

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

Here's to the of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north, they don't understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the
The of their 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 country to be part of

to the schools of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to
All of rudiments of hatred are everywhere
And every single is a factory of despair
There's nobody such 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 as they lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside them as they knock you to the
No they don't like taking prisoners in their private war
Behind broken 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 the robe of honor as they crawl into the court
They're guarding all the with their 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 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 bogging
And criminals are posing as the of the towns
They're hoping no one sees the sights and hears the sounds
And the speeches of the are the ravings of a clown

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

And here's to the laws of
Congressmen will gather in a circus of
While the Constitution is 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 you've torn out the of
Mississippi, find yourself country to be part of

And here's to the churches of
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked rust
And the Sunday morning sermons to their lust
The fallen of Jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only knows in God they can trust

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