Luyện nghe bài hát Just My Soul Responding

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

A few ago on my birthday,
I had become 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 sent me to didn't me,
If I'm don't blame me.
just my Soul responding.

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

It's my Soul responding,
responding,
Soul

land once belonged 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 just my Soul responding,

To seeing little children in the "Land of Plenty".
my Soul responding.
To doing of deeds.
But never any.

just my Soul responding,
responding,
Soul

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

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

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

just my Soul responding,
responding,
Soul