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 boys weren't allowed on the colored side of town
But I was proud to that old black man my friend

He had a pillow by the bed he used to 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 soaked up all the blood and sweat and
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 there's a in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar

Well, the night he died he made me take it
he said, "You play it now, 'cause I gotta go"
And I can feel him in my fingers I play 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 blood and sweat and
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 in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar
Take a to the ghost in this guitar