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 local down at the bar
he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up
I know 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 learned 2 or 3 on a pawn shop guitar
He just never quite had 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 bluegrass without an unkind word
He thought it was time to ask his boss for a
His boss said, "I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' 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 thousand dollars taxes
He's a happy critic yeah, he's rollin' in the

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

Let's get funky 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 gonna have to hurry
snappin' thing wearin' me out
There's Ol' Shannon guess he was on a break
They're gonna you
'Cause they already me
Yeah, the critic