Luyện nghe bài hát The Southern Thing

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

Ain't my guitars
Ain't my big old amps
It ain't in weeks
But the sure feels damp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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