Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Man

Ok, now let me take it back to Friday,
we had a that night.
to sound-check.
No one on site, no one yet.
Yeah, you what it's like.
the renowned rep,
when never on time
and then five will mean seven, will mean eleven.
ain't live. What, did it die and go to Heaven?
About to throw it in, to go home
then the sound man, like one of the Ramones,
arrived, barely alive smelling death,
in his Led Zepplin shirt, jeans tighter Bec Cartright.
He was just another bar rock pig,
living for the moment, for the rock gig.
Set the stage, two mics, two decks.
one, two, check, check, one, two, check!
I reckon I some volume.
We want to hear, yeah,
the whole room. (The room.)
and yo Trigger, what the level on your decks like
Oh, yeah, now lets try cranking, I more beat.
too low, man.
Get them out of their seat, quicker Lindsay Lohan movies.
Move I'm punching Bruce Lee.
(Haha, nah, man, don't you Jackie Chan?)
(Oh, Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee?)
Hey! What the fuck you trying to do with me,
nothing new to me like I Love Lucy.
Man, I gotta shoot through, but sounding thin.
I go, can you give me one more thing?

Turn it up sound man, it up.
it up sound man, turn it up.
Keeping it from the back to the front.
Keeping it moving track that we bump.
Turn it up man, turn it up.
Turn it up man, turn it up.
Keeping it from the back to the front.
it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump.

Oh, I at the venue.
The ratio, ten dude to girls on the menu.
Men who to wanna borrow my ears
and have a conversation like I haven't 'em in years,
it kills me and I ain't to be rude,
but you're ruining the mood like the anorexic
and the was, the room was jam-packed.
Cos, I ransack my set Mad Max,
but I back, cos next is Layla
and she steps to the stage the flavour extinct
as a Tiger, but none live her.
The only that she might need, her mic up.
So, I'm right up, head to the desk,
ask him to turn it up, where we had it at check.
me to sit down, let him do his job,
but this Woodstock and this ain't no rock.

Turn it up man, turn it up.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Keeping it from the back to the front.
Keeping it moving every track we bump.
Turn it up man, turn it up.
it up sound man, turn it up.
Keeping it from the back to the front.
it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump.

Check, one, two, one, two.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the my man D-Rapht,
The Pale Rider, my Grimm.
some noise!

Yeah, when I to the stage I'm a different man.
Let me kiss your missus' hand, go missing, man.
and pay attention, no tension here.
Hanging on my every word, sentence clear.
Then I hear you, I seem to be feedback,
nah, not now, nah, I don't that.
Sound man just had a relapse,
drinking on my rider, drinking all my free Daniels
and can you believe clown?
Now no one wants to jump a ring rebounds
and now I'm drowned out by the of the bass.
Wait, stop, it, nah wait, nah mate.

Turn it up man, turn it up.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Keeping it from the back to the front.
it moving every track that we bump.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Keeping it moving the back to the front.
it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump