Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up real early on his drive
Down to the for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two tone car
Loves to tell the local down at the bar
he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I everybody in the business

He flunked junior high band he march in time
He tried to write a 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 he's a critic, I work for the man
I got a job

He did a 5 column on a band you never heard
He did a bluegrass without an unkind word
He thought it was time to ask his 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 young hot star headed town
And he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down
Here the letters, the emails, the faxes
They raised him to 20 thousand after taxes
He's a happy critic yeah, rollin' in the dough

Man I do this forever, this is easy
all readin' my column
Please don't my mama
That I write the music for the gazette
She thinks
That I play piano at the cathouse

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

Man, my fingers are gettin' tired ya'll gonna have to
This thing 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