Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Go Back to Dixie

Well, I like to do on formal occasions like this is to take some of the various types of songs that we all know and presumably love, and, as it were, to kick them when they're down. I find
If you take the various popular song forms to their logical extremes, you can at almost anything from the ridiculous to the obscene, or -- as they say in new york -- sophisticated. I'd li
Illustrate with several hundred for you this evening, first of all, the southern type song about the wonders of the american south. but it's always seemed to me that most of these song
Lly don't go far enough. the following song, on the other hand, goes too far. it's called I go back to dixie.

I go back to dixie,
me back to dear ol' dixie,
That's the only li'l ol' for li'l ol' me.
Ol' times are not forgotten,
slaves and sellin' cotton,
And for the robert e. lee.
(it was there on time.)
go back to the swanee,
Where makes you scrawny,
And the honeysuckle up the vine
I am a-fixin'
To go home and a-mixin'
Down below that line.

Oh, poll tax, how I love ya, how I ya,
My old poll tax.

Won'tcha come me to alabammy,
to the arms of my dear ol' mammy,
Her lousy and her hands are clammy,
But the hell, it's home.
Yes, for the southland is my nominee.
give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy.

I wanna go back to
I wanna be a pixie
And eat cornpone 'til it's comin' outta my
I wanna talk with gentlemen
And put my white on again,
I ain't seen one lynchin' in years.
The land of the weevil,
the laws are medieval,
Is callin' me to come and roam.
I go back to the southland,
"y'all" and "shet-ma-mouth" land,
Be it so decadent,
no place like home.