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 know what 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 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 tighter Bec Cartright.
He was just bar flight rock pig,
living for the moment, living for the gig.
Set the stage, two mics, two decks.
one, two, check, check, one, two, check!
I I need some volume.
We everyone to hear, yeah,
the room. (The whole room.)
and yo Trigger, what the level on your 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 Jackie Chan?)
(Oh, Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee?)
Hey! What the you trying to do with me, man?
It's new to me like I Love Lucy.
Man, I gotta shoot through, but sounding thin.
Before I go, can you give me one more

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 every 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.
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 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 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 only that she might need, her mic up.
So, I'm right up, head to the desk,
ask him to turn it up, we had it at sound check.
me to sit down, let him do his job,
but this ain't Woodstock and this no rock.

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

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

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

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