Luyện nghe bài hát I Shall Be Free No. 10

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

I was earlier in the day
I figured I was for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm make 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 don't know, but been told
The streets in heaven are lined gold
I ask you how things could get worse
If the happen to get up there first
Wowee, scary!

Now, I'm liberal, but to a
I want ev'rybody to be
But if you think that let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and mary my
You must I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the 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 my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play in the noonday sun
I had my shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat in my face
But wouldn't let me on the tennis court

I gotta woman, so mean
She my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm
bubblegum in my food
She's funny, wants my money, me honey

Now I friend who spends his life
Stabbing my with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me a scarf
my name comes up he pretends to barf
I've got a friends

Now asked me to read a poem
At the sorority home
I got down and my head was swimmin'
I up with the Dean of Women

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 walking range
And I'm gonna into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, a few holes, blow their minds

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