Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

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

I'm just a white man to you from the southland
Tryin' to what it's like not to be
I'm of where I'm from but not everything we've done
And it like you and me can re-write history
Our generation start this nation
We're still up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and southern

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

'Cause I'm a man livin' in the southland
Just like you I'm more what you see
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 start this nation
And we're still for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks made long before we
And caught between southern and southern blame

Dear Mr. Man, I wish you understood
the world is really like when you're livin' in the hood
Just my pants are saggin' 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 turned the into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a I never could
Feel like a new Django, dodgin' 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 red flag and I think you wish 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 what it's not to be

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

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