Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To My Countrymen

1:
I to think I hated this place
Couldn't wait to tell the president to his face
But lately I changed, I embrace it all
Beautiful and amazing flaws
Got to care enough to give a
'Bout the deeply depressing mess in
It's so we better make the best of it
I make this country what it says it is
dream in the vividest living color
No how many times my love been smothered
Who's above us won't just let us suffer
All of this struggling got to amount to
This is a to my countrymen
those my age and younger than
We're up against an ugly
Everybody's hustling nobody touch their friends
No group and dancing
No anthem holds hands, and...
Instead give a handheld
And make you shoulder life's burden by your damn
One thing can't be debated
never changed on it's own you got to make it
That's why is so sacred
That's the symbol we make when we raise fists

"Sooner or later" x2
2:
We don't really like to talk about the thing
The whole grandparents used to own thing
Pat on the back in February
Looking at pictures of Abe Lincoln and the King
But the picture's much more embarrassing
We're still not even to really sharing things
The of oppressed people
Shows we feel it means to be a human being
What does it to be American?
I think the struggle to free is our
And if we say it how it is
We our lily skin still give us privilege
given to the few
That are built the roots of our biggest institutions
That's the truth in we got to choose
Do I in the movement or think I'm entitled to it
This is not a life
This is the big we got to attack it right
Each one of us is headed for the
This old crooked world won't be saved by the type
This is a letter to my
Not a Democrat or a Republican
But one among you why you call me brother
Ain't to tell you we're in trouble 'cause I love you

"Sooner or later" x2
3:
They tell me I'm a dreamer, ridicule
They defeated, old, bitter, and cynical
Excuse me but I see it from a different
I still in what a driven few could really do
I know the masses want to sleep
And would just rather hear me rapping to the beat
But I want to this planet to my son
A little better it was when they handed it to me
So I a letter to my countrymen
I'll be happy if it reaches one of them
live A-L-I, your brother
Mourning in America, in color
Dr. West:
My dear Ali,
I think you know deep down in your soul
something, just ain't right.
You don't want to be well adjusted to injustice
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 better than you found it. I understand. I want
to be that too.