Luyện nghe bài hát The Critic

Tell it it is

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

He flunked junior high he couldn't march 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 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 review without an unkind
He thought it was to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said, "I even tell if anybody's even readin' your page"

So he thought and he thought a little
He caught a hot star headed into 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 after
He's a happy critic yeah, he's in the dough

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

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

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