Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

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

He flunked junior high band he couldn't march in
He tried to write a once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop
He just never had what 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 you never heard
He did a bluegrass review an unkind word
He thought it was time to ask his boss for a
His boss said, "I even tell if anybody's even readin' your page"

So he thought and he thought a little
He caught a young hot star headed town
And then he hid behind his and gunned the boy down
Here the letters, the emails, the faxes
They raised him to 20 dollars after taxes
He's a critic yeah, he's rollin' in the dough

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

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

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