Luyện nghe bài hát The Southern Thing

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

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

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

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

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

You I'm dumb, maybe 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 story to the family night
Got shot at Shiloh, he'd die alone
From a Yankee bullet, less thirty miles from home

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

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