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

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

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

to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north, they just understand
And tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug shoulders at the murder of a man

Oh, here's to the land torn out the heart of
Mississippi, yourself another 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 of hatred are present everywhere
And every single is a factory of despair
There's nobody learning such a word as fair

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

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

Oh, here's to the you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be 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 phony legal
Oh, justice is a stranger when the report
When the black man stands accused the trial is short

Oh, here's to the you've 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 they're always down
And are posing 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 of a clown

Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the of
Mississippi, find yourself 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, even heard them say
Yes, corruption can be in the Mississippi way

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 of Mississippi
the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to lust
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, find yourself country to be part of