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 drives a 94' two tone car
to tell the local bands down at the bar
That he's the critic, yeah, I can you up
I everybody in the business

He flunked junior band he couldn't march in time
He to write a song once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a shop guitar
He never quite had what it took 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 anybody's even readin' page"

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

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

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

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