Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man that waited on me at the down on Main, I hope you understand
When I put on that t-shirt, the only I meant to say is I'm a Skynyrd fan
The red flag on my chest somehow is the elephant in the corner of the south
And I just walked him right in the
Just a proud rebel son with an 'ol can of
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but my point of view

I'm a white man comin' to you from the southland
Tryin' to what it's like not to be
I'm proud of where I'm from but not we've done
And it ain't like you and me can history
Our generation didn't this nation
still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between pride and southern blame

called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
We're still siftin' through the rubble after a years
I try to put myself in shoes and that's a good place to begin
But it ain't like I can a mile in someone else's skin

'Cause I'm a white man in the southland
Just like you I'm more what you see
I'm proud of where I'm from but not we've done
And it ain't like you and me can re-write
Our generation didn't start this
And still paying for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks long before we came
And caught between pride and southern blame

Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you
What the world is like when you're livin' in the hood
Just because my pants are doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really wish you
Now my chains are but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March the south into firewood
I you to get paid but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, invisible white hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all
I guess both guilty of judgin' the cover not the book
I'd to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air
But I see that red flag and I think you I wasn't here

I'm a white man
(If you judge my do-rag)
Comin' to you the southland
(I judge your red flag)
Tryin' to understand it's like not to be

I'm of where I'm from
(If you judge my gold chains)
But not we've done
(I'll forget the chains)
It like you and me can re-write history
(Can't history baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs fixin')
I hope you understand what this is all
(Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' this lately)
I'm a son of the new
(The past is the past, you me)
And I just to make things right
(Let be bygones)
all that's left is southern pride
(RIP E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, it's
truth