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 tone car
Loves to tell the local bands at the bar
he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I everybody in the business

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

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

So he thought and he a little more
He caught a young hot star headed into
And then he hid behind his typewriter and the boy down
Here the letters, the emails, the faxes
They raised him to 20 thousand after taxes
He's a happy yeah, he's 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 play piano at the cathouse

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

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