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 become 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 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

This land belonged to my father,
And to his before 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.
When just my Soul responding,

To seeing little hungry 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 forces who do they can do,
To hold me back my skin is black.

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

To too roaches and not enough heat 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 just my responding,
responding,
Soul