Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Up Your Own Backyard

Back porch preacher at me
Acting he wrote the golden rules
his fist and speeching at me
Shouting from his soap box a fool

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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