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 economy 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 high band he couldn't march in time
He tried to write a song once, but he make it rhyme
He 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitar
He just never 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 column on a band you never heard
He did a bluegrass review without an 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 caught a young hot headed into town
And then he hid his typewriter and gunned the boy down
Here the letters, the emails, the faxes
raised him to 20 thousand dollars after taxes
He's a happy critic yeah, he's rollin' in the

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

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

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