Luyện nghe bài hát I Shall Be Free No. 10

I'm average, common too
I'm just him, the same as you
I'm everybody's and son
I ain't than anyone
It ain't no use to me
It's the same as talking to you

I was shadow-boxing in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius
I "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay better run
99, 100, 101, 102, Your ma even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, knock him clean right out of his spleen

Well, I know, but I've been told
The streets in heaven are with gold
I ask you how things could get worse
If the Russians happen to get up first
Wowee, scary!

Now, I'm liberal, but to a
I want to be free
But if you think that let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and my daughter
You must think I'm
I let him do it for all the farms in Cuba

Well, I set my on the log
And him to do the Dog
He wagged his and shook his head
And he and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, funky

I sat with my high-heeled on
Waiting to play tennis in the sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my
And my falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis

I gotta woman, she's so
She sticks my boots in the washing
Sticks me with buckshot I'm nude
Puts in my food
funny, wants my money, calls me honey

Now I gotta friend who spends his
Stabbing my picture with a
Dreams of strangling me a scarf
When my name up he pretends to barf
I've got a friends

Now asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's
I got knocked down and my was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of

I'm a poet, and I it
I don't blow it

I'm gonna grow my hair down to my so strange
So I look like a mountain range
And I'm gonna into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf
Carry the New York Times, a few holes, blow their minds

You're wondering by now
Just what this is all about
What's probably got you baffled
this thing here is for
It's
It's something I learned over in