Luyện nghe bài hát Stormy Weather

(Martin Luther Jr. Vocals)
The world is all up, the nation is sick, trouble is in the land, confusion all around,
But I know somehow only when it is dark enough can you see the stars,
Men in some ways are responding,
is happening in our world.

1

Walking down lonely projects,
No money, no friend... my my only asset,
Pouring liquor on my caskets,
Kid's by holy pastors, such holy bastards,
to my cry... I can't take the pressure,
My strapped and clapped, pronounced dead on stretcher,
I more but they gave me lesser,
Don't let da stress ya,
There no hope for a felon,
Can't get no job so it's dope we sellin,
And I cry for my brother, send mails to da jail he dwell in,
And my reads,
Keep ya up, stay strong cuz we forever G's,
I I'll never leave,
I got ya son right to me,
If you die I'll raise him as my own, may your soul be free,

Stormy weather or free air, be there,
On da from each year, I see it clear,
cries and dark nights, it's alright,
Sparking weed all night, my cries,
Black hoodies and shoes, ain't got jewels,
wounds and tattoos, my heart's bruised,
Elevated from the block to da top, move,
Real thugz got too.

2

From day one it's been me and you living street life,
Spitting rhymes street lights,
Never ran a street fight,
You was my brother,
Been at my home, took food my mother,
You got by my mother,
You my clothes,
I shared foes,
In da streets all day banging ho's,
that we barely know,
You my brother no more,
You made it out da streets, you don't even no more,
Like you to holla before,
Success can people,
Give ya friends everything they desire watch how they treat you,
is evil,
Got thinking that they Hebrews,
But see through,
One I've learned in life,
Never follow a weak advice,
You getting now, thinking you Christ,
I ain't mad though, back nigga live ya life.

Stormy weather or free air, be there,
On da hustle from year, I see it clear,
Silent cries and dark nights, alright,
weed all night, my heart cries,
Black hoodies and black shoes, got jewels,
wounds and tattoos, my heart's bruised,
Elevated the block to da top, smart move,
Real got hearts too.

3

My asked me if I really care,
I asked why! She said she been going some stuff and I ain't never there,
Life never fair,
But I love you girl, sorry if I cost you tears,
I'm here with ears,
I been betrayed by my peers and I took it kinda hard,
My friend tried to send me to the morgue,
She said for two I been gone and we grew apart,
So she turned to another nigga to her broken heart,
I'm thinking this a joke, I'm having thoughts,
Like a to my heart,
I her to call it off,
She she can't cuz she's havin his baby,
Two pregnant, thoughts in my head are driving me crazy,
I gave you my heart and how you repay me,
Felt torn cuz she was hell of a lady,
But I mad though, ain't no love for thugz,
Pac told me no love for us,
What to da love and trust.

Stormy weather or free air, be there,
On da hustle from year, I see it clear,
Silent cries and dark nights, alright,
Sparking weed all night, my cries,
hoodies and black shoes, ain't got jewels,
Stab wounds and tattoos, my bruised,
Elevated the block to da top, smart move,
Real got hearts too.

(Martin King Jr. Vocals)
We have been forced to a point where we are going to have to grapple the problems that men have been trying to grapple with through history,
But the demands didn't force to do it, survival demands that we grapple with them,
Men for years now have talking about war and peace, But now no longer can they just talk about it,
It is no longer the choice between violence and nonviolence in world; it's nonviolence or nonexistence, that is where we are today,
in the human rights revolution; if something isn't done and done in a hurry to bring the colored peoples of the world out of their long years of poverty, their long years of hurt and neglect; the whole world is doomed.