Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up real early on his mornin'
Down to the for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two 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 write a once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a shop guitar
He just never quite had it took to be a star
So he's a critic, I for the gazette man
I got a job

He did a 5 star on a band you never heard
He did a bluegrass review without an unkind
He thought it was to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I can't tell if anybody's even readin' your page"

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

Man I could do this forever, this is
They're all readin' my
don't tell my mama
That I write the music for the gazette
She still
That I piano down at the cathouse

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

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