Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In This Guitar

Down the drain pipe the yard and through the fence
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 to pray on
And a up old guitar he let me play on
And I knew where my fingers went from his fingerprints
Yeah, he was passin' on was handed down to him

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

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