Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up early on his mornin' drive
to the office for his 9 to 5
He drives a 94' two tone car
Loves to tell the bands down at the bar
he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I know everybody in the

He flunked junior high he couldn't march in time
He tried to write a song once, but he couldn't it rhyme
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn guitar
He never quite 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 unkind
He thought it was to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I can't even tell if anybody's readin' your page"

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

Man I could do this forever, this is
They're all readin' my
Please tell my mama
That I write the music column for the
She still
That I piano down at the cathouse

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 gonna have to hurry
snappin' thing wearin' me out
There's Ol' guess he was on a coffee break
They're love you
they already love me
Yeah, it's the