Luyện nghe bài hát The Southern Thing

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

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

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

get me wrong, it just ain't right
I ain't too strong, but I afraid to fight
If you want to live 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, about no flag
Hate's the only thing that my would want to drag

You I'm dumb, maybe not too bright
You how I sleep at night
of the glory, stare down the shame
Duality of the thing

My great great granddad had a in his side
He used to the story 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 in my family tree
Did not believe in slavery, thought that all men be free
But, who are soldiers marching through my land?
His bride could hear the cannons and she about her man

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