Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He up real early on his mornin' drive
Down to the for his 9 to 5
He a 94' two tone economy car
to tell the local bands down at the bar
That the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I know everybody in the

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

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

Man I could do this forever, is easy
They're all my column
Please don't tell my
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
on Shannon
There's Ol' Bill in
layin' it down
Come on
Aah my man

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