Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: White America

America, hahaha, we love you, how many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful
\r\nCountry of ours, the stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect,
\r\nThe women and men who have broke their neck's for the freedom of speech the United States
\r\nGovernment has sworn to uphold, or
\r\n(Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're told...
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\r\nI never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see,
\r\nSo many motherfuckin' people who feel like me, who share the same views
\r\nAnd the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me, so many lives I
\r\nTouch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight
\r\nThrough your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your head for days and
\r\nDays, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide,
\r\nReaching for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this, how
\r\nCould I predict my words would have an impact like this, I must've struck a chord, with somebody
\r\nUp in the office, cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems, and now
\r\nThey're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life,
\r\nAnd now I'm dumping it on...
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\r\nWhite America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this,
\r\nWhite America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get, white America, I
\r\nCould be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this, white America, Erica
\r\nLoves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get...
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\r\nLook at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown, Shady lose, Shady
\r\nSits on the shelf, but Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help, make ladies swoon
\r\nBaby, {ooh baby}, look at my sales, let's do the math, if I was black, I would've sold half, I
\r\nAin't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that, but I could rap, so fuck school,
\r\nI'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at, when I was
\r\nUnderground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was
\r\nLike, fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up
\r\nUnder his ass, helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got, was probably his in
\r\nExchange for every white fan that he's got, like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at
\r\nShit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now, it's...
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\r\nSee the problem is, I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would of never knew these words
\r\nExist, whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss, 'till I created so much
\r\nMotherfuckin' turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids
\r\nFlipped when they knew I was produced by Dre, that's all it took, and they were instantly hooked
\r\nRight in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them, that's why they put my
\r\nLyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope, waitin'
\r\nTo choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this,
\r\nNope, all I hear is, lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working 'round the clock, to
\r\nTry to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston,
\r\nAfter it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now I'm catchin' the flack
\r\nFrom these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or
\r\nSay faggot, shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the motherfuckin'
\r\nSpokesman now for...
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\r\nSo to the parents of America, I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her
\r\nCharacter, the ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns, sent to lead the march right up to
\r\nThe steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of the White House, to burn the casket and replace
\r\nIt with a parental advisory sticker, to spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of
\r\nHypocrisy, fuck you Ms. Cheney, fuck you Tipper Gore, fuck you with the freest of speech this
\r\nDivided states of embarrassment will allow me to have, fuck you, [vocal melody],
\r\nHe, hahaha, I'm just playin' America, you know I love you...