Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Paris 1798430, Paris

Ebony American torn in two
Watching his soul disappear with no or clue
A got lost livin' for the city, takin dope from the man
Ain't nowhere to run when it's from Sam

1798430, my soul's in hiding
That's where a be hidin' 'til he get his due
1798430, my soul's in hiding
Gimme a call 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 Bang

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

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

And uh, kinda hard being happy
You know livin' on hopes and luck
And uh, it's kinda having pride
When you got bucks

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

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

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

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