Luyện nghe bài hát Paris 1798430

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1798430, Paris 1798430

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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