Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Up Your Own Backyard

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

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

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

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

Come closing time every night
And he locks up tight and out go the
And he ducks out of sight and he on his wife
his employee

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

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

When you get down to the nitty-gritty
Isn't it a 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 me, don't you hand me none of your lines
up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to

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