Luyện nghe bài hát I Shall Be Free No. 10

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

I was shadow-boxing in the day
I figured I was for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I
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, ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him right out of his spleen

Well, I don't know, but I've been
The in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things get much 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 I'll let 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, very

I sat my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts up past my waist
And my wig-hat in my face
But wouldn't let me on the tennis court

I woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the machine
Sticks me with buckshot I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my
She's funny, my money, calls me honey

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

Now they asked me to a poem
At the sorority sister's
I got knocked down and my head was
I wound up with the of Women

I'm a poet, and I it
Hope I blow it

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

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