Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up early on his mornin' drive
Down to the for his 9 to 5
He a 94' two tone economy car
Loves to tell the local down at the bar
That he's the critic, yeah, I can you up
I everybody in the business

He flunked junior high band he couldn't in time
He tried to write a once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitar
He just quite had what it took to be a star
So he's a critic, I work for the man
I got a job

He did a 5 column on a band you never heard
He did a bluegrass review an unkind word
He thought it was time to ask his for a raise
His boss said, "I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' page"

So he thought and he a little more
He a young hot star headed into town
And he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down
Here come the letters, the emails, the
They raised him to 20 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
That I piano down at the cathouse

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

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