Luyện nghe bài hát The Southern Thing

Ain't about my
about my boots
Ain't about no drives
Ain't about my roots

Ain't about my
about my big old amps
It ain't in weeks
But the weather feels damp

Ain't excuses or alibis
Ain't about no cotton fields or picking lies
Ain't the races, the crying shame
To the fucking man all poor people look the same

Don't get me wrong, it ain't right
I ain't too strong, but I ain't to fight
If you want to another day
out the way of the southern thing

Ain't about no hatred raise a glass
It's a little about some rebels but it about the past
about no foolish pride, ain't about no flag
Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to

You think I'm dumb, not too bright
You wonder how I sleep at
Proud of the glory, down the shame
Duality of the southern

My great granddad had a hole in his side
He used to tell the story to the family night
Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die
From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty from home

Ain't no plantations in my family
Did not believe in slavery, thought that all men should be
But, who are these soldiers marching through my
His bride hear the cannons and she worried about her man

I heard the story as it was down
About guts and and rebel stands
Four generations, a whole lot has
Robert E. Lee, Martin Luther
We've come a long way from the flame
Stay out the way of the thing
Stay out the way of the thing
Stay out the way of the southern
Stay out the way of the southern