Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

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

I on the planet 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 until I got my back
Thoughts thick in a ball of confusion
A wall of belusion it's all so
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 their energy work on me
All in the cut like surgery and to the third degree
internally, an away story
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison
Step in the spot like I'm not that
Eyes binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact, me
How can you me what I haven't already heard
Forty-three, 43rd, and observe
First flew the coop when they tried to 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 I smash it with brute force
Flew over the roof, headed North on a course
Eagle spot 'em all, groundhog peekin out
Stickin out against the whack world while they out
'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna wait
Been had a but the Chattanooga's runnin late
Hate never had a lover good as I to her
Couldn't put an end to her, cause she got
Whole of spitters and swallowers, wow
Intregrity didn't have a 'til I gave him one
{?} and diamonds, God say no more
a piece of mind like 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 give 'em hope
Stand and delivery, first class rain or
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 last match in the
Stand in adrenaline, through the resevoir
Plucked out the air cause he didn't sit
Pretty as the peacock who can't even leave the
Let the glide on, don't buy the muck