Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up early on his mornin' 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 he's the critic, yeah, I can you up
I know in the business

He junior high band he couldn't march in time
He to write a song once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitar
He never 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 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 said, "I can't even tell if anybody's even 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 the boy down
Here come the letters, the emails, the
They raised him to 20 thousand dollars taxes
He's a happy critic yeah, he's in the dough

Man I could do this forever, this is
They're all my column
don't tell my mama
That I the music column for the gazette
She still
That I piano down at the cathouse

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

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