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 a 94' two tone economy 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 in time
He tried to write a song once, but he couldn't it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 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 band you never
He did a bluegrass review without an unkind
He thought it was to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I can't even tell if even readin' your page"

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

Man I do this forever, this is easy
They're all readin' my
Please tell my mama
That I write the music for the gazette
She still
That I play down at the cathouse

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

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