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 you will find
the fat trees of the forest have 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 yourself another to be part of

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

Here's to the of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they have to care
All of of hatred are present everywhere
And every classroom is a factory of despair
There's nobody learning such a foreign as fair

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

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

And, here's to the of Mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as crawl into the court
They're guarding all the bastions with their legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger the prisoners report
When the black man stands accused the is always short

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

And here's to the government of
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're bogging down
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the
They're hoping that no one the sights and hears the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a

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

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

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

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

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