Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

[Chorus:
birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the
Bein locked up is worse than the
I by the words on the page - I know!
Some birds don't deserve to be
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 jumped on the planet and I landed on both
Tippy-toed across the continent, on the beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the trap
Rocked to a until I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a of confusion
A of belusion it's all so amusin
I laughed at the pain 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 clouds me
Tuned to the channel so energy will work on me
All in the cut like and burnt to the third degree
internally, an away story
40 and of tongue, tryin to bring 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 tell me what I haven't already
Forty-three, 43rd, listen and
First flew the coop they tried to cage a rocking bird
for the truth in the booth when I serve
Never the wings if they seem a little out of touch
Let 'em fly free please, try to box 'em up

I a lot cause I smash it with brute force
Flew the roof, headed North on a crash course
Eagle eyes spot 'em all, peekin out
Stickin out against the whack world while they out
Wasn't 'sposed to go but I just wanna wait
Been had a but the Chattanooga's runnin late
Hate never had a lover as I been to her
Couldn't put an end to her, she got followers
flock of spitters and swallowers, wow
Intregrity didn't have a home 'til I him one
{?} and diamonds, God say no more
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, still gotta give 'em
Stand and delivery, first class or shine
Pain of mine in a pantomime glass
Where was your genie you needed her for real
Buildin my art from the parts that they
Fuse lit from the match in the book
Stand in adrenaline, through the resevoir
Plucked out the air he didn't sit duck
Pretty as the peacock who can't leave the ground
Let the heart glide on, buy the muck