Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Man

Ok, now let me take it to this Friday,
we had a show night.
to sound-check.
No one on site, no one yet.
Yeah, you know it's like.
the renowned rep,
when they're never on
and five will mean seven, nine will mean eleven.
This live. What, did it die and go to Heaven?
to throw it in, wanted to go home
then the sound man, looking one of the Ramones,
arrived, barely alive smelling death,
in his Led Zepplin shirt, jeans than Bec Cartright.
He was another bar flight 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 I need some volume.
We want to hear, yeah,
the room. (The whole room.)
and yo Trigger, what the on your decks like brother?
Oh, yeah, now lets try cranking, I more beat.
too low, man.
Get them out of their seat, quicker than Lohan movies.
like I'm punching Bruce Lee.
(Haha, nah, man, you mean Jackie Chan?)
(Oh, What? Chan, Bruce Lee?)
Hey! What the fuck you to do with me, man?
It's nothing new to me I Love Lucy.
Man, I shoot through, but it's sounding thin.
Before I go, can you me one more thing?

it up sound man, turn it up.
Turn it up 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 to three girls on the menu.
Men who tend to borrow my ears
and a conversation like I haven't seen 'em in years,
it me and I ain't trying 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 to the stage with the flavour extinct
as a Saber-Tooth Tiger, but live her.
The thing that she might need, her mic up.
So, I'm up, head to the sound desk,
ask him to turn it up, we had it at sound check.
me to sit down, let him do his job,
but ain't Woodstock and this ain't no rock.

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

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

Yeah, when I step to the stage I'm a man.
Let me kiss your hand, she'll go missing, man.
Listen and pay attention, no here.
Hanging on my every word, every clear.
Then I hear you, I to be getting feedback,
nah, not now, nah, I need that.
Sound man had a rehab relapse,
drinking on my rider, drinking all my Jack Daniels
and can you believe clown?
Now no one wants to jump like a rebounds
and now I'm drowned out by the of the bass.
Wait, stop, it, nah wait, nah mate.

it up sound 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.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
it moving from the back to the front.
Keeping it moving, jump, gotta jump