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 a 94' two tone economy car
Loves to the local bands down at the bar
That he's the critic, yeah, I can you up
I know everybody in the

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

He did a 5 star column on a band you never
He did a bluegrass review without an unkind
He thought it was time to ask his boss for a
His boss said, "I can't even if anybody's even readin' your page"

So he and he thought a little more
He caught a young hot star headed into
And then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy
come the letters, the emails, the faxes
They raised him to 20 thousand after taxes
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
I write the music column for the gazette
She still
That I piano down at the cathouse

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

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