Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Up Your Own Backyard

Back porch preacher at me
Acting like he 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, the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead he oughta be
Heading for Sunday

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

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

Come closing time 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 lines
up your own backyard
You to your business, Ill tend to mine

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

When you get down to the nitty-gritty
it a pity that in this big city
Not a one a'little man'll admit
He could been a little bit wrong

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

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