Luyện nghe bài hát Just My Soul Responding

Happy to you.
Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday, Birthday,
Birthday to you.

A few ago on my birthday,
I had just twenty-one (I remember).
I had a lot to live, I had a lot to give,
Til a man to give me a gun.

And though that war he me to didn't claim me,
If I'm bitter don't me.
It's just my responding.

Don't you try to me I'm un-patriotic.
I an explanation!
I help but wonder,
If you got it.

just my Soul responding,
responding,
Soul

This land once to my father,
And to his father him too.
Let me you now, I'm on a reservation,
Living in a of degradation.
What's a Soul to do?

I'm out,
Pushin,
I'm not in doubt.
When it's my Soul responding,

To seeing little hungry in the "Land of Plenty".
Just my responding.
To lots of deeds.
But never any.

It's just my responding,
responding,
Soul

I was born and in the ghetto,
On the run down of the track.
And there are who do everything they can do,
To me back because my skin is black.

Oh, but and more I mind!
Hell, about time!
It's just my responding,
To being second-class in a land I to form
Just my responding,

To too many roaches and not enough to keep my babies warm.
In this land I to form,
I've got too many roaches, and not enough heat to keep my warm.

It's my Soul responding,
responding,
Soul