Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job down at the car
Left my mama a goodbye
By I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my
I hitchhiked all the way to Memphis
Got a at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I huntin' them nights
Just for a place to play
Well, I my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a 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 on down to Panama City
Started out some o' them all night bars
Hopin' I could make a dollar
music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all piers
There ain't no around here for a guitar man
We need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the jungles
a thousand miles of track
Till I myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big
A little four-piece band was
So I took my and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound
With a swingin' little man
'em, son

If you ever take a trip down to the
Find down around Mobile
Make it on out to a called Jack's
If you got a little to kill
Just that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his floor
Diggin' the finest little five piece
Up and down the of Mexico
Guess who's that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that little guitar man