Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

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

I on the planet and I landed on both feet
Tippy-toed across the continent, on the beat
Settled in the ghetto by the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap until I got my back
Thoughts thick in a ball of confusion
A wall of it's all so amusin
I laughed at the pain sometimes with a face
Just another hate case, you control your Ace!
Long walks down the lonely road turned paved
in the cascade, grey clouds circle me
Tuned to the channel so their energy work on me
All in the cut like and burnt to the third degree
internally, an away story
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison
Step in the spot I'm not that popular
like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, a fact, smell me
How can you tell me what I haven't heard
Forty-three, 43rd, listen and
First flew the coop when they tried to cage a rocking
Lookin for the truth in the when I serve
clip the wings if they seem 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, North on a crash course
Eagle eyes spot 'em all, peekin out
Stickin out against the whack world while freakin out
Wasn't 'sposed to go but I just didn't wait
Been had a but the Chattanooga's runnin late
Hate had a lover good as I been to her
put an end to her, cause she got followers
Whole flock of and swallowers, wow
Intregrity didn't have a home I gave him one
{?} and diamonds, God say no more
a piece of mind like a needle in the haystack
Grind on the on the playback, ready for the at-tack
Seatack, cry me a
If I don't fly back, gotta give 'em hope
Stand and delivery, first class or shine
Pain of in a pantomime glass chilled
Where was your genie you needed her for real
Buildin my art from the parts that overlooked
lit from the last match in the book
Stand in adrenaline, through the resevoir
Plucked out the air cause he sit duck
Pretty as the peacock who can't leave the ground
Let the glide on, don't buy the muck