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.
It's the rep,
when they're never on
and five will mean seven, nine 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, like one of the Ramones,
arrived, alive smelling like death,
in his Led Zepplin shirt, jeans tighter Bec Cartright.
He was another bar flight 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 I need some volume.
We want to hear, yeah,
the room. (The whole room.)
and yo Trigger, what the level on your decks like
Oh, yeah, now lets try cranking, I more beat.
too low, man.
Get out of their seat, quicker than Lindsay Lohan movies.
like I'm punching Bruce Lee.
(Haha, nah, man, don't you Jackie Chan?)
(Oh, What? Jackie Chan, 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 it's thin.
Before I go, can you me one more thing?

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

Oh, I at the venue.
The ratio, ten dude to three on the menu.
Men who tend to wanna borrow my
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 was, the room was jam-packed.
Cos, I my set like Mad Max,
but I stand back, cos next is
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, head to the 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 ain't no rock.

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

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

Yeah, when I step to the stage I'm a 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 to be getting feedback,
nah, not now, nah, I don't that.
Sound man had a rehab relapse,
drinking on my rider, drinking all my free Jack
and can you believe this
Now no one wants to jump like a ring
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 from the back to the front.
Keeping it moving track that we bump.
Turn it up sound man, it up.
it up sound man, turn it up.
Keeping it from the back to the front.
Keeping it moving, gotta jump, jump