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 a 94' two tone economy car
Loves to tell the bands down at the bar
That 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 make it
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a shop 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 heard
He did a bluegrass review without an word
He thought it was time to ask his boss for a
His boss said, "I can't even tell if even readin' your page"

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

Man I could do this forever, is easy
They're all readin' my
Please don't my mama
That I write the column for the gazette
She still
That I play piano down at the

Let's get funky with this now boys, it on
on Shannon
There's Ol' jumpin' in
Glenn's it down
on Shannon
Aah my man

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