Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Up Your Own Backyard

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

Come Sunday morning lying in bed
With his eye all red, with the in his head
Wishing he was dead he oughta be
for Sunday school

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

Drugstore cowboy
Acting like better than you and me
Standing on the supervising
Telling everybody how ought to be

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

quarterback's always moanin'
Second people all day long
Pushing, and hanging on in
Always messing they don't belong

When you get right to the nitty-gritty
it a pity that in this big city
Not a one a'little bitty man'll
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 own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to

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