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 drives a 94' two economy car
Loves to tell the local bands at the bar
That the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I know in the business

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

He did a 5 star column on a band you heard
He did a review without an unkind word
He thought it was time to ask his boss for a
His boss said, "I can't even tell if anybody's readin' your page"

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

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

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

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