Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1798430, Paris 1798430

Ebony heart torn in two
his soul disappear with no trace or clue
A brother got lost livin' for the city, takin from the man
Ain't nowhere to run it's from Uncle Sam

Paris 1798430, my soul's in
That's where a brotha be 'til he get his due
1798430, my soul's in hiding
Gimme a when we can live as large as you do

Tears out in anger, our black is now blue
Our blood can be spilled as but it will not make the news
we're taken out one by one for the wrongs we have done
What else can you live by if you die by the gun?

1798430, my soul's in hiding
That's where a be hidin' 'til he get his due
Paris 1798430, my in hiding
Gimme a when we can live as large as you do

So, you his mother will raise him
You like the best she can
And uh, you know it could have much easier
You know if she had another man

And uh, it's kinda being happy
You know livin' on hopes and luck
And uh, it's kinda hard having
When you ain't got

Paris 1798430, my in hiding
My soul's in hiding, oh my soul's in

When a cries, you know I envy his tears
So little does he know of the and fear
That will us until we are willing to change
Until the cup that we from is the very same

My soul will be hiding, my soul will be
Hiding, hiding, hiding, 1798430
That's where a brotha be 'til he get his due
Yeah, yeah,

1798430, give me a call
Gimme a call when we can live as as you do
I will listen, Paris 1798430, I will