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 what it's like.
It's the rep,
when never on time
and then five will mean seven, nine 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 reckon I some volume.
We want to hear, yeah,
the whole room. (The room.)
and yo Trigger, what the level on your like brother?
Oh, yeah, now try cranking, I need more beat.
too low, man.
Get them out of their seat, than Lindsay Lohan movies.
Move like I'm punching Lee.
(Haha, nah, man, don't you mean Chan?)
(Oh, What? Jackie Chan, Lee?)
Hey! What the fuck you trying to do with me,
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 thing?

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

Oh, I at the venue.
The ratio, ten dude to girls on the menu.
Men who to wanna borrow my ears
and have a like I haven't seen 'em in years,
it kills me and I ain't to be rude,
but you're ruining the mood like the anorexic
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 stage with the extinct
as a Saber-Tooth Tiger, but live her.
The only thing that she need, her mic up.
So, I'm right up, head to the desk,
ask him to it up, where we had it at sound check.
me to sit down, let him do his job,
but this ain't Woodstock and ain't no rock.

it up sound 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 man, turn 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 to the stage I'm a different man.
Let me kiss your missus' hand, go missing, man.
Listen and pay attention, no here.
Hanging on my every word, every clear.
Then I you, I seem to be getting feedback,
nah, not now, nah, I need that.
man just had a rehab relapse,
drinking on my rider, drinking all my free Jack
and can you this clown?
Now no one wants to jump a ring 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 man, turn it up.
Keeping it moving the back to the front.
Keeping it moving track that we bump.
Turn it up man, turn it up.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
Keeping it from the back to the front.
Keeping it moving, gotta jump, jump