Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

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

I jumped on the planet and I landed on both
Tippy-toed across the continent, on the dope
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand
to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came in a ball of confusion
A wall of belusion it's all so
I laughed at the sometimes with a straight face
another hate case, you control your fate Ace!
Long walks down the lonely road turned paved
Bask in the cascade, grey circle me
Tuned to the channel so their energy work on me
All in the cut surgery and burnt to the third degree
internally, avoid an away
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the noise
Step in the spot I'm not that popular
like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, a fact, smell me
How can you tell me I haven't already heard
Forty-three, 43rd, and observe
First flew the coop when they tried to a rocking bird
Lookin for the in the booth when I serve
Never clip the wings if they a little out of touch
Let 'em fly please, don't try to box 'em up

I open a lot cause I smash it brute force
Flew over the roof, headed North on a crash
eyes spot 'em all, groundhog peekin out
Stickin out the whack world while they freakin out
'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna wait
Been had a but the Chattanooga's runnin late
Hate never had a lover good as I to her
Couldn't put an end to her, she got followers
Whole flock of and swallowers, wow
Intregrity didn't have a 'til I gave him one
{?} and diamonds, God say no more
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, still gotta 'em hope
Stand and delivery, first rain or shine
of mine in a pantomime glass chilled
Where was your genie when you needed her for
my art from the parts that they overlooked
Fuse lit the last match in the book
Stand in adrenaline, through the resevoir
out the air cause he didn't sit duck
Pretty as the peacock who even leave the ground
Let the heart on, don't buy the muck