Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Up Your Own Backyard

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

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

Clean up your own
Oh, don't you hand me of your lines
Clean up own backyard
You to your business, Ill tend to mine

Drugstore cowboy
Acting like he's than you and me
on the sidewalk supervising
Telling everybody how they to be

Come closing time every night
And he locks up and out go the lights
And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his
With his

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

Armchair always moanin'
Second people all day long
Pushing, and hanging on in
Always where they don't belong

you get right down to the nitty-gritty
Isn't it a pity in this big city
Not a one bitty man'll admit
He have been a little bit wrong

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

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