Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up real on his mornin' drive
Down to the for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two tone car
Loves to tell the bands down at the bar
he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I everybody in the business

He flunked high band he couldn't march in time
He to write a song once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitar
He just never quite had it took to be a star
So he's a critic, I work for the 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 thought it was time to ask his boss for a
His boss said, "I can't tell if anybody's even readin' your page"

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

Man I could do this forever, is easy
all readin' my column
Please tell my mama
That I the music column for the gazette
She still
I play piano down at the cathouse

Let's get funky with this now boys, it on
Come on
Ol' Bill jumpin' in
Glenn's it down
on Shannon
Aah my man

Man, my are gettin' tired ya'll gonna have to hurry
This thing wearin' me out
Ol' Shannon guess he was on a coffee break
They're gonna you
they already love me
Yeah, the critic