Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To My Countrymen

1:
I used to think I hated place
Couldn't wait to tell the president to his face
But lately I changed, nowadays I it all
Beautiful ideals and flaws
Got to enough to give a testament
'Bout the depressing mess we're in
It's home so we better make the of it
I wanna make this country it says it is
Still dream in the living color
No how many times my love been smothered
Who's ever above us just let us suffer
All of this struggling got to amount to
is a letter to my countrymen
Especially those my age and younger
We're up against an ugly
Everybody's hustling don't nobody touch their
No group singing and
No anthem holds hands, and...
Instead give a handheld
And make you shoulder life's burden by your self
One thing that can't be
Power never on it's own you got to make it
That's why is so sacred
That's the symbol that we make when we raise

"Sooner or later" x2
2:
We really like to talk about the race thing
The whole used to own slaves thing
Pat on the back in February
Looking at pictures of Abe Lincoln and the King
But the real picture's much more
We're not even close to really sharing things
The situation of oppressed
Shows what we feel it to be a human being
What does it to be American?
I the struggle to free is our inheritance
And if we say it how it is
We know our lily skin give us privilege
Advantages to the few
That are built into the roots of our institutions
the truth in life we got to choose
Do I in the movement or think I'm entitled to it
is not a practice life
This is the big game we got to it right
one of us is headed for the grave
This old crooked world be saved by the passive type
This is a to my countrymen
Not a Democrat or a Republican
But one among you that's why you me brother
Ain't scared to tell you we're in trouble I love you

"Sooner or later" x2
3:
They tell me I'm a dreamer, ridicule
feel defeated, old, bitter, and cynical
Excuse me but I see it from a different
I still believe in what a few could really do
I know that the want to sleep
And would just rather hear me rapping to the beat
But I want to pass this to my son
A little better than it was they handed it to me
So I wrote a letter to my
I'll be happy if it only reaches one of
live A-L-I, your brother
Mourning in America, dreaming in
Dr. West:
My dear Ali,
I think you know deep down in soul that
something, something ain't right.
You don't want to be just well adjusted to
and well to indifference. You want to be
a person with integrity who a mark on the world.
People can say when you go that you left the
just a little than you found it. I understand. I want
to be like too.