Luyện nghe bài hát The Southern Thing

Ain't my pistol
about my boots
Ain't about no northern
about my southern roots

Ain't my guitars
Ain't about my big old
It rained in weeks
But the weather sure feels

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

get me wrong, it just ain't right
I ain't too strong, but I afraid to fight
If you to live another day
Stay out the way of the thing

Ain't no hatred better raise a glass
It's a about some rebels but it ain't about the past
Ain't 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 how I sleep at night
Proud of the glory, stare down the
Duality of the southern

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

Ain't no plantations in my tree
Did not believe in slavery, thought all men should be free
But, who are these soldiers through my land?
His could hear the cannons and she worried about her man

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