Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In His Guitar

Down the drain pipe the yard and through the fence
I risked a whoopin' every time I
'Cause boys weren't allowed on the colored side of town
But I was proud to call old black man my friend

He had a pillow by the bed he used to on
And a up old guitar he let me play on
And I knew where my went from his greasy fingerprints
Yeah, he was on what was handed down to him

And it soaked up all the and sweat and teardrops
And the beers he in smoky little bars
And sometimes old man he comes alive in my hands
I feel the beating of his sad old heart
Just like there's a ghost in this guitar, a in this guitar

Well, the night before he died he made me it
Well he said, "You it now, 'cause I gotta go"
And I can feel him in my when I play it
'Cause I'm in control and sometimes I just sit back
And let him go, I sit and let him go

And it soaked up all the and sweat and teardrops
And the beers he missed in little bars
And sometimes that old man he comes in my hands
I the beating of his sad old broken heart
Just like there's a ghost in this guitar, a ghost in guitar
a listen to the ghost in this guitar