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 a 94' two tone economy car
Loves to tell the local bands at the bar
he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I know in the business

He junior high band he couldn't march 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 just quite had what it took to be a star
So he's a critic, I 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 time to ask his for a raise
His said, "I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' your page"

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

Man I could do this forever, this is
They're all my column
Please don't my mama
That I the music column for the gazette
She thinks
That I piano down at the cathouse

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

Man, my fingers are gettin' tired ya'll gonna to hurry
This snappin' thing me out
There's Ol' Shannon he was on a coffee break
gonna love you
'Cause they already me
Yeah, it's the