Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up real on his mornin' drive
to the office for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two economy car
Loves to tell the local down 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 to write a song once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn guitar
He just 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 column on a band you never heard
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 thought and he thought a more
He caught a young hot headed into town
And he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down
Here come the letters, the emails, the
They raised him to 20 thousand dollars after
He's a critic yeah, he's rollin' in the dough

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

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

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