Luyện nghe bài hát Evolution (And Flashback)

In 1600 I was a
1865, a slave
In 1900 I was a
Or at least, that was my

In 1960 I was a
And brother Malcom came along
And then some nigger Malcom down
But the bitter lives on

is dead
With as our leader
We prayed, and
And marched, and
were changing
Things getting better
But things not together

Malcom as our leader,
We
And
And thought we had
Things were
Things were
But were not together

And now it is turn,
We are tired of praying, and marching, and thinking, and
wanna start cutting, and shooting, and stealing, and burning
You are three hundred years in equality
But next may be too late
To look

In 1600 I was a
And until 1865 a
In 1900 I was a
Or at least was my name

In 1960 I was a
And then Malcom along
Yes, but some nigger shot down
Though the bitter truth on

now I am a black man
And though I still go second
Where as once I wanted the white man's
Now he can me ass