Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up real early on his drive
to the office for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two 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 flunked junior high he couldn't march in time
He tried to a song once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a shop guitar
He just never quite had 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 band you heard
He did a review without 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 thought a little
He caught a young hot star headed into
And then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy
Here the letters, the emails, the faxes
They raised him to 20 thousand after taxes
He's a happy yeah, he's rollin' in the dough

Man I could do this forever, is easy
all readin' my column
Please tell my mama
That I the music column for the gazette
She still
That I play piano at the cathouse

get funky with this now boys, play it on
Come on
There's Ol' jumpin' 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 coffee
They're love you
'Cause they already me
Yeah, the critic