Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

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

He flunked junior high he couldn't march in time
He to write a song once, but he couldn't make it rhyme
He 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitar
He just never 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 star column on a band you heard
He did a review without an unkind word
He thought it was time to ask his boss for a
His said, "I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' your page"

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

Man I could do this forever, this is
all readin' my column
Please tell my mama
That I write the column for the gazette
She thinks
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 are gettin' tired ya'll gonna have to hurry
This snappin' thing me out
Ol' Shannon guess he was on a coffee break
They're gonna you
they already love me
Yeah, the critic