Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job at the car wash
Left my a goodbye note
By sundown I'd Kingston
my guitar under my coat
I all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the
For the three weeks I went huntin' them nights
lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my would set 'em on fire
But nobody to hire a guitar man

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in
I run outta money and
So I bought me a down to Macon, Georgia
On a poultry truck
I on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out o' them all night bars
Hopin' I could make a dollar
Makin' music on my
I got the old story at them all night piers
There ain't no around here for a guitar man
We don't need a man, son

So I slept in the hobo
a thousand miles of track
Till I myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was
So I took my and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound
a swingin' little guitar man
'em, son

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