Luyện nghe bài hát The Southern Thing

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

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

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

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

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

You think I'm dumb, not too bright
You wonder how I 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 the story to the family Christmas night
Got shot at Shiloh, thought die alone
From a bullet, less than thirty miles from home

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

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