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 brother and son
I ain't different than
It ain't no use to me
It's the same as talking to you

I was earlier in the day
I I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay better run
99, 100, 101, 102, Your ma won't even you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna him clean right out of his spleen

Well, I don't know, but I've been
The streets in heaven are lined with
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 ev'rybody to be
But if you that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and mary my
You must I'm crazy
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 his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat
He's a weird monkey, very

I sat with my sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the sun
I had my white rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis

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

Now I gotta friend who spends his
my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to
got a million friends

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

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

I'm gonna my hair down to my feet so strange
So I like a walking mountain range
And I'm ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their

You're probably by now
Just what song is all about
What's probably got you baffled
What thing here is for
nothing
It's something I learned in England