Luyện nghe bài hát Evolution (And Flashback)

In 1600 I was a
1865, a slave
In I was a nigger
Or at least, was my name

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

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

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

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

In I was a darkie
And 1865 a slave
In I was a nigger
Or at least was my name

In 1960 I was a
And then Malcom came
Yes, but some nigger Malcom down
Though the bitter lives on

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