Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Up Your Own Backyard

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

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

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

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

Come closing time 'most night
And he locks up and out go the lights
And he ducks out of sight and he on his wife
his employee

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

Armchair quarterback's always
Second guessing all day long
Pushing, fooling and on in
messing where they don't belong

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

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

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