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

Here's to the of Mississippi
For underneath her borders, the draws 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 present

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

Here's to the people of
Who say the up north, they just don't understand
And tremble in their 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 land you've out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be of

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

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

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

And, here's to the judges of
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the
They're guarding all the bastions with their phony legal
Oh, justice is a stranger when the report
When the black man stands the trial 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 of Mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy always bogging down
And criminals are as the mayors of the towns
They're hoping that no one sees the sights and the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the of a clown

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

And to the laws of Mississippi
Congressmen will in a circus of delay
While the Constitution is drowning in an of decay
Unwed mothers be sterilized, I've even heard 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 another 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 pander to their
The fallen face of Jesus is in the dust
Heaven only knows in God they can trust

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