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 economy car
Loves to the local bands down at the bar
That the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I know in the business

He flunked junior high band he couldn't march in
He tried to write a once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop
He just never quite had what it took to be a
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 it was time to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I can't even tell if anybody's readin' your page"

So he thought and he thought a little
He caught a young hot star headed town
And then he hid behind his 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, he's in the dough

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

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

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