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 comes to me a gun.

And though that war he sent me to 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 can't but wonder,
If you got it.

It's just my responding,
responding,
Soul

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

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

To seeing little children in the "Land of Plenty".
Just my 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 side of the track.
And there are forces who do they can do,
To me back because my skin is black.

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

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

It's just my responding,
responding,
Soul