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 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 war he sent me to didn't claim me,
If I'm bitter don't me.
It's my Soul responding.

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

just 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,
in a state of degradation.
What's a Soul to do?

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

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

It's just my responding,
responding,
Soul

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

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

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

It's just my responding,
responding,
Soul