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 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 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 wonders of the american south. but it's always seemed to me that most of these
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,
Take me back to ol' dixie,
That's the li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.
Ol' times are not forgotten,
Whuppin' slaves and cotton,
And waitin' for the e. lee.
(it was there on time.)
go back to the swanee,
Where pellagra you scrawny,
And the honeysuckle up the vine
I am a-fixin'
To go home and start
Down below that line.

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

Won'tcha with me to alabammy,
Back to the arms of my ol' mammy,
Her cookin's lousy and her are clammy,
But what the hell, home.
Yes, for the southland is my nominee.
Jes' give me a ham and a grit of hominy.

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