Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

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

I jumped on the planet and I on both feet
Tippy-toed across the continent, on the dope
Settled in the ghetto by the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap I got my band back
Thoughts came in a ball of confusion
A of belusion it's all so amusin
I laughed at the pain sometimes a straight face
Just another case, you control your fate Ace!
walks down 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 surgery and burnt to the third degree
internally, avoid an story
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison
Step in the spot like I'm not popular
like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since Greg had a Mac
Now they all CrackerJack, a fact, smell me
How can you tell me what I haven't heard
Forty-three, 43rd, and observe
First flew the coop when they tried to cage a rocking
Lookin for the truth in the booth when I
Never clip the wings if they seem a out of touch
Let 'em fly free please, try to box 'em up

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