Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In This Guitar

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

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

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

Well, the night before he died he made me it
Well he said, "You play it now, I gotta go"
And I can feel him in my fingers when I 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 and sweat and teardrops
And the beers he missed in little bars
And sometimes old man he comes alive in my hands
I feel the beating of his sad old broken
Just like there's a ghost in guitar, a ghost in this guitar
Take a listen to the ghost in guitar