Lirik Lagu The Critic - Toby Keith
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Tell it like it is
He gets up real early on his mornin' driveDown to the office for his 9 to 5He drives a 94' two tone economy carLoves to tell the local bands down at the barThat he's the critic, yeah I can hook you upI know everybody in the business
He flunked junior high band he couldn't march in timeHe tried to write a song once, but he couldn't make it rhymeHe learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitarHe just never quite had what it took to be a starSo he's a critic I work for the gazette manI got a real job
He did a 5 star column on a band you never heardHe did a bluegrass review without an unkind wordHe thought it was time to ask his boss for a raiseHis boss said I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' your pageyeah
So he thought and he thought a little moreHe caught a young hot star headed into townThen he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy downHere come the letters, the emails, the he faxesThey raised him to 20 thousand dollars after taxesHe's a happy critic yeahHe's rollin' in the doughMan I could do this foreverThis is easyThey're all readin' my columnPlease don't tell my mamaThat I write the music column for the gazetteShe still thinks, that I play piano down at the cathouse
Let's get funky with this now boysPlay it onCome on ShannonThere's ol' Bill jumpin' inGlenn's layin' it downCome on ShannonAah My man SteveMan my fingers are gettin' tired Ya'll gonna have to hurryThis snappin' thing wearin' me outTheres ol Shannon guess he was on a coffee breakThey're gonna love you cause they already love meYeah It's the critic
He gets up real early on his mornin' driveDown to the office for his 9 to 5He drives a 94' two tone economy carLoves to tell the local bands down at the barThat he's the critic, yeah I can hook you upI know everybody in the business
He flunked junior high band he couldn't march in timeHe tried to write a song once, but he couldn't make it rhymeHe learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitarHe just never quite had what it took to be a starSo he's a critic I work for the gazette manI got a real job
He did a 5 star column on a band you never heardHe did a bluegrass review without an unkind wordHe thought it was time to ask his boss for a raiseHis boss said I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' your pageyeah
So he thought and he thought a little moreHe caught a young hot star headed into townThen he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy downHere come the letters, the emails, the he faxesThey raised him to 20 thousand dollars after taxesHe's a happy critic yeahHe's rollin' in the doughMan I could do this foreverThis is easyThey're all readin' my columnPlease don't tell my mamaThat I write the music column for the gazetteShe still thinks, that I play piano down at the cathouse
Let's get funky with this now boysPlay it onCome on ShannonThere's ol' Bill jumpin' inGlenn's layin' it downCome on ShannonAah My man SteveMan my fingers are gettin' tired Ya'll gonna have to hurryThis snappin' thing wearin' me outTheres ol Shannon guess he was on a coffee breakThey're gonna love you cause they already love meYeah It's the critic
