Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Man

Ok, now let me take it to this Friday,
we had a that night.
to sound-check.
No one on site, no one yet.
Yeah, you know it's like.
It's the rep,
when they're on time
and then five mean seven, nine will mean eleven.
ain't live. What, did it die and go to Heaven?
About to throw it in, wanted to go
then the sound man, looking one of the Ramones,
arrived, barely alive like death,
in his Led Zepplin shirt, jeans tighter Bec Cartright.
He was just another bar rock pig,
for the moment, living 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 room. (The whole room.)
and yo Trigger, what the level on decks like brother?
Oh, yeah, now lets try cranking, I more beat.
too low, man.
Get them out of seat, quicker than Lindsay Lohan movies.
like I'm punching Bruce Lee.
(Haha, nah, man, don't you mean 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 gotta shoot through, but it's thin.
Before I go, can you give me one thing?

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

Oh, I at the venue.
The ratio, ten to three girls on the menu.
Men who tend to borrow my ears
and have a conversation like I haven't 'em in years,
it me and I ain't trying to be rude,
but you're ruining the mood like the nude
and the rumour was, the was jam-packed.
Cos, I ransack my set Mad Max,
but I stand back, cos is Layla
and she steps to the stage with the flavour
as a Tiger, but none live her.
The only thing that she need, her mic up.
So, I'm up, head to the sound 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 sound man, it up.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Keeping it moving from the to the front.
it moving every track that we bump.
Turn it up 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.
and gentlemen, welcome to the stage my man D-Rapht,
The Pale Rider, my Grimm.
Make noise!

Yeah, when I step to the I'm a different man.
Let me kiss your missus' hand, go missing, man.
and pay attention, no tension here.
Hanging on my word, every sentence clear.
Then I hear you, I seem to be feedback,
nah, not now, nah, I need that.
Sound man just had a relapse,
on my rider, drinking all my free 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.

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