Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I my job down at the car wash
Left my a goodbye note
By I'd left Kingston
With my under my coat
I hitchhiked all the way to Memphis
Got a room at the
For the next three weeks I went them nights
Just lookin' for a to play
Well, I my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a man

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

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

If you take a trip down to the ocean
yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club called
If you got a time to kill
follow that crowd of people
You'll up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the little five piece group
Up and down the Gulf of
Guess who's that five-piece band
Well, ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man