Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Man

Ok, now let me it back to this Friday,
we had a that night.
to sound-check.
No one on site, no one yet.
Yeah, you what it's like.
It's the rep,
when they're on time
and then five will mean seven, nine 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, alive smelling like death,
in his Led Zepplin shirt, jeans tighter Bec Cartright.
He was just another bar flight 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 need volume.
We everyone to hear, yeah,
the whole room. (The room.)
and yo Trigger, what the level on your decks brother?
Oh, yeah, now lets try cranking, I more beat.
too low, man.
Get them out of their seat, quicker than Lindsay movies.
Move like I'm Bruce Lee.
(Haha, nah, man, don't you Jackie Chan?)
(Oh, What? Jackie Chan, Lee?)
Hey! What the fuck you to do with me, man?
It's nothing new to me like I Lucy.
Man, I shoot through, but it's sounding thin.
I go, can you give me one more thing?

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

Oh, I at the venue.
The ratio, ten dude to girls on the menu.
Men who tend to wanna borrow my
and have a conversation I haven't seen 'em in years,
it kills me and I ain't to be rude,
but ruining the mood like the anorexic nude
and the rumour was, the was jam-packed.
Cos, I my set like Mad Max,
but I stand back, cos is Layla
and she steps to the stage with the extinct
as a Tiger, but none live her.
The thing that she might need, her mic up.
So, I'm right up, to the sound desk,
ask him to it up, where we had it at sound 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 man, turn it up.
Keeping it moving the back to the front.
Keeping it every track that we bump.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Turn it up man, turn it up.
Keeping it moving the back to the front.
Keeping it moving, jump, gotta jump.

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

Yeah, I step 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, every 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 Jack Daniels
and can you believe clown?
Now no one to jump like 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 man, turn it up.
Keeping it moving from the to the front.
Keeping it moving every that we bump.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Turn it up man, turn it up.
it moving from the back to the front.
Keeping it moving, jump, gotta jump