Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up real early on his mornin'
Down to the for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two tone car
Loves to tell the bands down at the bar
That the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I know everybody in the

He flunked high band he couldn't march in time
He tried to write a song once, but he make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn 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 never
He did a bluegrass review an unkind word
He it was time to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' page"

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

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

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

Man, my fingers are gettin' 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