Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job at the car wash
my mama a goodbye note
By I'd left Kingston
With my guitar my coat
I hitchhiked all the way down to
Got a room at the
For the next three weeks I huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to
Well, I thought my pickin' set 'em on fire
But nobody to hire a guitar man

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

So I slept in the hobo
Roamed a miles of track
I found myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club call Big Jack's
A four-piece band was jammin'
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 take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down Mobile
Make it on out to a called Jack's
If you got a little to kill
Just follow that of people
You'll up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little five group
Up and down the of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' guitar man