Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Go Back to Dixie

Well, what 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 down. I find
If you take the popular song forms to their logical extremes, you can arrive at almost anything from the ridiculous to the obscene, or -- as they say in new york -- sophisticated. I'd li
Illustrate with several hundred examples for you this evening, first of all, the southern type song about the of the american south. but it's always seemed to me that most of these song
Lly don't go far enough. the song, on the other hand, goes too far. it's called I wanna go back to dixie.

I wanna go to dixie,
Take me back to ol' dixie,
the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.
Ol' there are not forgotten,
slaves and sellin' cotton,
And waitin' for the e. lee.
(it was never on time.)
go back to the swanee,
Where makes you scrawny,
And the honeysuckle clutters up the
I really am
To go and start a-mixin'
Down that mason-dixon line.

Oh, tax, how I love ya, how I love 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 what the hell, home.
Yes, for paradise the is my nominee.
Jes' give me a ham and a grit of hominy.

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