Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In His Guitar

Down the drain 'cross the yard and through the fence
I risked a whoopin' every time I
'Cause white boys allowed on the colored side of town
But I was proud to call that old black man my

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

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

Well, the night before he died he me take it
Well he said, "You play it now, I gotta go"
And I can him in my fingers when I play it
sometimes 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 smoky bars
And sometimes old man he comes alive in my hands
I feel the beating of his sad old heart
like there's a ghost in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar
Take a to the ghost in this guitar