Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Racist

To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, I hope you
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 right in the
Just a proud rebel son with an 'ol can of
Lookin' I got a lot to learn but from my point of view

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

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

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

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

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

I'm proud of I'm from
(If you don't my gold chains)
But not everything done
(I'll the iron chains)
It ain't like you and me can re-write
(Can't re-write baby)

Oh,
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs fixin')
I hope you understand what is all about
(Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but been thinkin' about 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)
Where all that's left is pride
(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know I mean)
real, it's real
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