Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up real early on his drive
Down to the for his 9 to 5
He a 94' two tone economy car
to tell the local bands down at the bar
That the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I everybody in the business

He flunked junior high band he couldn't march in
He tried to write a once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop
He just never had what it took to be a star
So he's a critic, I for the gazette man
I got a job

He did a 5 column on a band you never heard
He did a bluegrass without an unkind word
He it was time to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I even tell if anybody's even readin' your page"

So he and he thought a little more
He caught a young hot headed into town
And then he hid behind his typewriter and the boy down
Here come the letters, the emails, the
They raised him to 20 thousand after taxes
He's a critic yeah, he's rollin' in the dough

Man I could do forever, this is easy
They're all my column
Please don't tell my
That I the music column for the gazette
She thinks
I play piano down at the cathouse

Let's get with this now boys, play it on
on Shannon
There's Ol' Bill in
Glenn's layin' it
Come on
Aah my man

Man, my fingers are gettin' tired ya'll gonna to hurry
snappin' thing wearin' me out
There's Ol' Shannon guess he was on a break
They're gonna you
'Cause they love me
Yeah, the critic