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

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

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

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

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

Here's to the of Mississippi
They're chewing their tobacco as lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce them as they knock you to the floor
No they like taking prisoners in their private little war
Behind their broken badges there are murderers and

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

And to the government of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy always bogging down
And are posing as the mayors of the towns
They're hoping no one sees the sights and hears the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a

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

And to the laws of Mississippi
Congressmen will gather in a of delay
While the Constitution is drowning in an of decay
Unwed should be sterilized, I've even heard them say
Yes, corruption can be in the Mississippi way

Oh, to the land you've torn 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 with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to 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