Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up early on his mornin' drive
to the office for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two economy car
Loves to tell the local bands at the bar
That he's the critic, yeah, I can you up
I know everybody in the

He flunked junior high band he march in time
He tried to a song once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn guitar
He just never had what 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 review without an unkind
He it was time to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I can't even if anybody's even readin' your page"

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

Man I could do this forever, is easy
all readin' my column
Please don't tell my
That I write the column for the gazette
She still
That I play piano at the cathouse

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

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