Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a note
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 went them nights
Just for a place to play
Well, I my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody to hire a guitar man

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

So I in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of
Till I found myself in Mobile
At a they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece was jammin'
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would like
With a little guitar man
'em, son

If you ever take a trip 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 crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance
Diggin' the finest little five piece
Up and the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' that band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's swingin' little guitar man