Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job down at the car
Left my mama a goodbye
By sundown I'd left
With my guitar my coat
I hitchhiked all the way down to
Got a room at the
For the next three weeks I huntin' them nights
lookin' for a place to play
Well, I my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to a guitar man

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to down in Memphis
I run outta and luck
So I bought me a ride down to Macon,
On a overloaded poultry
I thumbed on down to City
Started out some o' them all night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a
music on my guitar
I got the old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around for a guitar man
We don't need a man, son

So I slept in the hobo
a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Alabama
At a club they call Big
A little band was jammin'
So I took my and I sat in
I showed 'em a band would sound like
With a swingin' guitar man
'em, son

If you ever take a down to the ocean
Find down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club Jack's
If you got a little time to
Just follow that of people
You'll up out on his dance floor
the finest little five piece group
Up and down the of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece
Well, wouldn't ya know, that swingin' little guitar man