Luyện nghe bài hát Stormy Weather

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

1

Walking this 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 brother and clapped, pronounced dead on stretcher,
I deserve more but they me lesser,
let da crazies 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 that he in,
And my reads,
ya head up, stay strong cuz we forever G's,
I swear I'll leave,
I got ya son next to me,
If you die I'll raise him as my own, may soul be forever free,

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

2

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

Stormy weather or free air, be there,
On da hustle from year, I see it clear,
cries and dark nights, it's alright,
Sparking all night, my heart cries,
Black hoodies and shoes, ain't got jewels,
Stab and tattoos, my heart's bruised,
from 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 through some stuff and I never there,
Life ain't fair,
But I love you baby girl, sorry if I you tears,
I'm with listening ears,
Lately I betrayed by my peers and I took it kinda hard,
My friend tried to send me to the morgue,
She said for two months I been and we grew apart,
So she turned to another nigga to mend her heart,
I'm this a joke, I'm having broken thoughts,
a bullet to my heart,
I asked her to it off,
She said she can't cuz she's his baby,
Two weeks pregnant, thoughts in my head are me crazy,
I you my heart and this how you repay me,
Felt kinda 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 from each year, I see it clear,
cries and dark nights, it's alright,
Sparking all night, my heart cries,
Black hoodies and 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 with the problems that men have been trying to with through history,
But the demands didn't force them to do it, survival demands we grapple with them,
Men for years now been talking about war and peace, But now no longer can they just talk about it,
It is no longer the between violence and nonviolence in this world; it's nonviolence or nonexistence, that is where we are today,
Also 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 years of hurt and neglect; the whole world is doomed.