Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

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

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to down in Memphis
I run outta and luck
So I bought me a ride to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry
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 story at all night piers
There ain't no room around for a guitar man
We don't need a man, son

So I in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of
Till I 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 band would like
With a swingin' little man
'em, son

If you ever take a trip down to the
Find yourself down around
it on out to a club called Jack's
If you got a little time to
Just follow that of people
wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little five piece
Up and down the of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little man