Luyện nghe bài hát Evolution (And Flashback)

In I was a darkie
1865, a slave
In I was a nigger
Or at least, that was my

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

Martin is
With Martin as our
We prayed, and
And marched, and
Things were
were getting better
But things were not

With as our leader,
We
And
And we had learned
Things better
Things changing
But things were not

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

In I was a darkie
And until a slave
In I was a nigger
Or at least that was my

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

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