Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He up real early on his mornin' drive
to the office for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two tone car
Loves to the local bands down at the bar
That he's the critic, yeah, I can you up
I know everybody in the

He flunked junior high band he couldn't in time
He tried to write a song once, but he couldn't it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a shop guitar
He just never quite had what it 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 you never heard
He did a bluegrass review without an unkind
He thought it was to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I can't tell if anybody's even readin' your page"

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

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

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

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