Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Man

Ok, now let me it back to this Friday,
we had a show night.
to sound-check.
No one on site, no one yet.
Yeah, you what it's like.
the renowned rep,
when they're never on
and then five will mean seven, will mean eleven.
This live. What, did it die and go to Heaven?
About to throw it in, wanted to go
then the man, looking like one of the Ramones,
arrived, alive smelling like death,
in his Led Zepplin shirt, jeans than Bec Cartright.
He was just another bar flight pig,
for the moment, living 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 whole room. (The room.)
and yo Trigger, what the on your decks like brother?
Oh, yeah, now try cranking, I need more beat.
too low, man.
Get out of their seat, quicker than Lindsay Lohan movies.
Move I'm punching Bruce Lee.
(Haha, nah, man, don't you mean Chan?)
(Oh, Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee?)
Hey! What the fuck you to do with me, man?
nothing new to me like I Love 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 moving from the to the front.
Keeping it moving every track we bump.
Turn it up man, turn it up.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Keeping it moving the back to the front.
Keeping it moving, 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 kills me and I 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 next is
and she steps to the with the flavour extinct
as a Saber-Tooth Tiger, but none her.
The only thing that she need, her mic up.
So, I'm right up, 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 ain't Woodstock and this no rock.

Turn it up man, turn it up.
it up sound man, turn 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.
Keeping it moving from the 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.
Make noise!

Yeah, when I step to the I'm a different man.
Let me kiss missus' hand, she'll go missing, man.
Listen and pay attention, no here.
on my every word, every sentence clear.
Then I you, I seem to be getting feedback,
nah, not now, nah, I need that.
Sound man had a rehab relapse,
drinking on my rider, drinking all my free 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.
it moving from the back to the front.
Keeping it 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.
Keeping it moving, gotta jump, jump