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
Shouting from his soap box a fool

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

Clean up own backyard
Oh, don't you 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
Standing on the sidewalk
Telling everybody how ought to be

Come closing time 'most every
And he locks up tight and out go the
And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his
his employee

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

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

When you get right down to the
Isn't it a pity that in this big
Not a one a'little bitty man'll
He could been a little bit wrong

Clean up your own
Oh don't you hand me, 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