Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In This Guitar

Down the drain pipe 'cross the and through the fence
I risked a whoopin' every I went
'Cause white boys weren't allowed on the colored of town
But I was proud to call that old 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 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 he missed in smoky little bars
And sometimes that old man he comes alive in my
I the beating of his sad old broken heart
Just like 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 feel him in my fingers when I it
'Cause sometimes I'm in control and sometimes I just sit
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 of his sad old broken heart
Just like there's a in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar
a listen to the ghost in this guitar