Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I my job down at the car wash
my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd Kingston
With my guitar under my
I hitchhiked all the way to Memphis
Got a room at the
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them
Just lookin' for a place to
Well, I my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to a guitar 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 thumbed on down to Panama
Started pickin' out o' them all night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a
Makin' on my guitar
I got the old story at them all night piers
ain't no room around here for a guitar man
We don't need a man, son

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

If you ever a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself 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 up out on his dance floor
the finest little five piece group
Up and the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' that band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that little guitar man