Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Up Your Own Backyard

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

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

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

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

Come closing 'most 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 up your own backyard
Oh, you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own
You tend to business, Ill tend to mine

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

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

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

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