Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

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

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

So I in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand of track
Till I found myself in Alabama
At a club they Big Jack's
A little band was jammin'
So I my guitar and I sat in
I 'em what a band would sound 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 time to kill
Just follow that of people
You'll wind up out on his floor
Diggin' the finest little five piece
Up and down the Gulf of
Guess leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, that swingin' little guitar man