Luyện nghe bài hát Caged Bird

[Chorus:
Some don't deserve to be caged
gotta fly away and search for the waves
Bein locked up is worse than the
I live by the words on the - I know!
Some birds don't deserve to be
They fly away and search for the waves
Bein held down is than the grave
I by the words on the page - I say!

I jumped on the and I landed on both feet
Tippy-toed the continent, on the dope beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the trap
Rocked to a handclap I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a of confusion
A wall of belusion it's all so
I laughed at the pain with a straight face
Just another case, you control your fate Ace!
Long walks the lonely road turned path paved
Bask in the cascade, grey clouds me
Tuned to the channel so their will work on me
All in the cut like and burnt to the third degree
internally, avoid an story
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the noise
Step in the spot like I'm not popular
like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since Greg had a Mac
Now all CrackerJack, that's a fact, smell me
How can you tell me I haven't already heard
Forty-three, 43rd, listen and
First flew the coop they tried to cage a rocking bird
for the truth in the booth when I serve
Never the wings if they seem a little out of touch
Let 'em fly free please, try to box 'em up

I open a lot I smash it with brute force
Flew the roof, headed North on a crash course
Eagle eyes 'em all, groundhog peekin out
Stickin out the whack world while they freakin out
Wasn't 'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna
Been had a ticket but the Chattanooga's late
Hate never had a good as I been to her
Couldn't put an end to her, she got followers
Whole flock of and swallowers, wow
Intregrity didn't have a home 'til I him one
{?} and diamonds, God say no more
Find a piece of mind like a needle in the
on the real on the playback, ready for the at-tack
Seatack, cry me a
If I don't fly back, still gotta 'em hope
and delivery, first class rain or shine
Pain of mine in a pantomime glass
Where was genie when you needed her for real
Buildin my art the parts that they overlooked
Fuse lit from the last match in the
Stand in adrenaline, pumped the resevoir
Plucked out the air he didn't sit duck
Pretty as the who can't even leave the ground
Let the glide on, don't buy the muck