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

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

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

Here's to the of Mississippi
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 shrug their shoulders at the of a man

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

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

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

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

Oh, here's to the you've torn 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 with their phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger the prisoners report
When the black man stands accused the trial is short

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

And here's to the government of
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always 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 governor are the ravings of a

Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be 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, even heard them 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 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 pander to their
The fallen of Jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only in which God they can trust

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