Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In His Guitar

Down the drain pipe the yard and through the fence
I a whoopin' every time I went
'Cause white boys weren't allowed on the colored 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 beat up old he let me play on
And I knew where my fingers went from his fingerprints
Yeah, he was passin' on what was down to him

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

Well, the night he died he made me take it
Well he said, "You it now, 'cause I gotta go"
And I can him in my fingers when I play it
'Cause sometimes I'm in control and 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 alive in my
I feel the beating of his sad old heart
Just like there's a ghost in this guitar, a in this guitar
Take a to the ghost in this guitar