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 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 junior high band he march in time
He tried to a song once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn 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 star column on a 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 even readin' your page"

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

Man I do this forever, this is easy
They're all my column
Please don't my mama
That I write the music for the gazette
She still
That I play piano down at the

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

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