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 muddy river, bodies you will find
the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes
The calender is lyin' it reads the present time

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

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

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

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

Oh, to the land you've 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 bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking prisoners in their private war
Behind their broken badges there are and more

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

And, here's to the judges of
Who wear the of honor as they crawl into the court
They're all the bastions with their phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a when the prisoners report
When the man stands accused the trial is always short

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

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

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 of Mississippi
Congressmen gather in a circus of delay
While the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even them say
Yes, can be classic in the Mississippi way

Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another 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 which God can trust

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