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 different than anyone
It ain't no use to me
just 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 make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Clay you'd 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 with
I ask you how could 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 Barry
Move in next and mary my daughter
You must think I'm
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in

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

I sat with my high-heeled on
to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up my waist
And my wig-hat in my face
But they let me on the tennis court

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

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

Now they me to read a poem
At the sister's home
I got knocked and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of

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

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

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