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

So he thought and he thought a little
He caught a young hot headed into town
And then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy
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, is easy
They're all readin' my
Please tell my mama
I write the music column for the gazette
She thinks
That I play piano at the cathouse

Let's get funky with this now boys, it on
Come on
Ol' Bill jumpin' in
Glenn's layin' it
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 break
They're love you
'Cause already love me
Yeah, the critic