Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

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

I jumped on the and I landed on both feet
Tippy-toed the continent, on the dope beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the trap
Rocked to a handclap I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a of confusion
A wall of belusion it's all so
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 clouds me
Tuned to the channel so their energy will on me
All in the cut like surgery and burnt to the degree
internally, avoid an story
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to the poison noise
Step in the spot I'm not that popular
Eyes like binoculars, I'm so
on the air since Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact, me
How can you tell me what I already heard
Forty-three, 43rd, listen and
First flew the coop when they to cage a rocking bird
Lookin for the truth in the booth I serve
Never clip the if they seem a little out of touch
Let 'em fly free please, try to box 'em up

I open a lot cause I smash it with force
Flew over the roof, headed North on a course
Eagle eyes 'em all, groundhog peekin out
Stickin out against the whack while they freakin out
Wasn't 'sposed to go but I just didn't wait
Been had a ticket but the Chattanooga's 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 didn't have a home I gave him one
{?} and diamonds, God say no more
Find a piece of mind 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 rain or shine
Pain of mine in a pantomime chilled
Where was genie when you needed her for real
Buildin my art from the parts that overlooked
Fuse lit from the match in the book
Stand in adrenaline, through the resevoir
Plucked out the air cause he didn't sit
as the peacock who can't even leave the ground
Let the glide on, don't buy the muck