Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In His Guitar

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

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

And it up all the blood and sweat and teardrops
And the beers he missed in smoky little
And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my
I feel the beating of his sad old broken
like there's a ghost in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar

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

And it soaked up all the blood and 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 there's a ghost in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar
Take a to the ghost in this guitar