Luyện nghe bài hát Just My Soul Responding

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

A few ago on my birthday,
I had just become (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 blame me.
just my Soul 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

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

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

To seeing hungry children in the "Land of Plenty".
my Soul responding.
To lots of deeds.
But having 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 forces who do they can do,
To me back because my skin is black.

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

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

It's my Soul responding,
responding,
Soul