Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

He gets up real on his mornin' drive
Down to the for his 9 to 5
He a 94' two tone economy car
to tell the local bands down at the bar
That he's the critic, yeah, I can you up
I know everybody in the

He flunked junior high band he couldn't in time
He tried to write a song once, but he make it rhyme
He 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitar
He just never quite had what it to be a star
So a critic, I work for the gazette man
I got a job

He did a 5 star column on a band you heard
He did a bluegrass review without an word
He thought it was to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' page"

So he thought and he thought a more
He caught a hot star headed into town
And he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down
come 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
all readin' my column
Please tell 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
There's Ol' Bill 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 he was on a coffee break
gonna love you
'Cause already love me
Yeah, it's the