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
Loves to the local bands 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 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 band you never
He did a review without 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 readin' your page"

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

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

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

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