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

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

I open a lot cause I smash it brute force
Flew over the roof, headed on a crash course
Eagle eyes spot 'em all, groundhog out
Stickin out the whack world while they freakin out
'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna wait
Been had a ticket but the Chattanooga's runnin
Hate had a lover good as I been to her
put an end to her, cause she got followers
Whole of spitters and swallowers, wow
didn't have a home 'til I gave him one
{?} and diamonds, God say no more
Find a piece of like a needle in the haystack
on the real on the playback, ready for the at-tack
Seatack, cry me a
If I fly back, still gotta give 'em hope
Stand and delivery, first class rain or
Pain of in a pantomime glass chilled
Where was your genie when you needed her for
Buildin my art from the that they overlooked
Fuse lit from the last in the book
in adrenaline, pumped 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