Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job down at the car
Left my mama a note
By sundown I'd left
With my guitar my coat
I all the way down to Memphis
Got a at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' nights
Just for a place to play
Well, I thought my would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a man

Well, I nearly 'bout to death down in Memphis
I run outta and luck
So I bought me a ride to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry
I on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out 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
ain't no room around here for a guitar man
We need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the hobo
Roamed a thousand of track
Till I found myself in Alabama
At a club call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was
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 around Mobile
Make it on out to a club Jack's
If you got a little time to
Just follow crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his floor
Diggin' the finest little five group
Up and down the Gulf of
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little man