Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Up Your Own Backyard

Back porch preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden
Shaking his fist and at me
Shouting from his soap box a fool

Come morning he's lying in bed
With his eye all red, with the wine in his
he was dead when he oughta be
Heading for Sunday

Clean up your own
Oh, you hand me none of your lines
up your own backyard
You tend to business, Ill tend to mine

Drugstore criticizing
Acting he's better than you and me
on the sidewalk supervising
Telling how they ought to be

Come time 'most every night
And he up tight and out go the lights
And he out of sight and he cheats on his wife
his employee

But clean up own backyard
Oh, don't you hand me none of your
Clean up own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill to mine

quarterback's always moanin'
Second guessing all day long
Pushing, and hanging on in
Always messing where they belong

When you get right down to the
Isn't it a pity in this big city
Not a one a'little man'll admit
He could have a little bit wrong

up your own backyard
Oh don't you me, don't you hand me none of your lines
Clean up own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill to mine

up your own backyard
You tend to business, Ill tend to mine