Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

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

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

They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, some tears
We're still through the rubble after a hundred-fifty years
I try to put myself in your shoes and that's a place to begin
But it like I can walk a mile in someone else's skin

'Cause I'm a white man livin' in the
Just like you I'm than what you see
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything done
And it ain't you and me can re-write history
Our didn't start this nation
And we're paying for the mistakes
That a bunch of made long before we came
And between southern pride and southern blame

Dear Mr. Man, I wish you understood
the world is really like when you're livin' in the hood
Just because my pants are saggin' doesn't I'm up to no good
You try to get to know me, I really wish you would
Now my chains are but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a slave I could
Feel a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods
So when I see white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good
I guess we're both guilty of judgin' the cover not the
I'd love to buy you a beer, and clear the air
But I see that red flag and I you wish I wasn't here

I'm just a man
(If you judge my do-rag)
Comin' to you from the
(I won't judge red flag)
Tryin' to understand what like not to be

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

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