Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

[Chorus:
birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly and search for the waves
Bein locked up is worse than the
I live by the words on the - I know!
Some birds don't to be caged
They gotta fly and search for the waves
Bein held down is worse the grave
I by the words on the page - I say!

I on the planet and I landed on both feet
across the continent, on the dope beat
Settled in the mainland by the sand trap
to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came in a ball of confusion
A wall of belusion all so amusin
I at the pain sometimes with a straight face
another hate case, you control your fate Ace!
Long walks the lonely road turned path paved
Bask in the cascade, grey circle me
Tuned to the so their energy will work on me
All in the cut like surgery and to the third degree
internally, an away story
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison
in the spot like I'm not that popular
Eyes like binoculars, I'm so
Been on the air Greg had a Mac attack
Now all CrackerJack, that's a fact, smell me
How can you me what I haven't already heard
Forty-three, 43rd, listen and
First flew the coop when they tried to cage a bird
Lookin for the truth in the when I serve
Never clip the wings if they seem a little out of
Let 'em fly free please, try to box 'em up

I open a lot I smash it with brute force
Flew over the roof, headed on a crash course
Eagle eyes spot 'em all, groundhog out
Stickin out against the whack world they freakin out
Wasn't 'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna
Been had a but the Chattanooga's runnin late
Hate never had a lover as I been to her
put an end to her, cause she got followers
Whole flock of and swallowers, wow
Intregrity have a home 'til I gave him one
{?} and diamonds, God said say no
Find a piece of mind like a in the haystack
Grind on the real on the playback, ready for the
Seatack, cry me a
If I don't fly back, gotta give 'em hope
and delivery, first class rain or shine
Pain of in a pantomime glass chilled
Where was your genie when you needed her for
Buildin my art from the parts that they
Fuse lit from the last in the book
in adrenaline, pumped through the resevoir
Plucked out the air cause he sit duck
Pretty as the peacock who can't even the ground
Let the glide on, don't buy the muck