Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye
By sundown I'd left
With my under my coat
I all the way down to Memphis
Got a at the YMCA
For the three weeks I went huntin' them nights
lookin' 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 down in Memphis
I run outta money and
So I bought me a ride to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded truck
I thumbed on to Panama City
Started out some o' them all night bars
Hopin' I make myself a dollar
music on my guitar
I got the same old at them all night piers
There ain't no room 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 found myself in Mobile
At a club they call Big
A four-piece band was jammin'
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 ever a trip down to the ocean
Find down around Mobile
it on out to a club called Jack's
If you got a little time to
Just that crowd of people
wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the little five piece group
Up and the Gulf of Mexico
Guess leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' guitar man