Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job at the car wash
And left my a goodbye note
By sundown, I'd left
With my guitar up under my

I all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the
For the next three
I went a them nightclubs
Lookin' for a to play

Well, I thought my
Would set 'em on
But nobody wanted to
A man

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death in Memphis
I run out of money and
So I me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded truck

I thumbed on down to City
Started checkin' out some of them all night
Hopin' I can myself a dollar
music on my guitar

Got the old story
At them all piers
"There ain't no room around for a guitar man
We don't need a man, son"

So I slept in the jungles
I bummed a miles of track
I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
In 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 band sound like
With a little guitar man, show 'em, son

So if you ever take a trip down to the
yourself down 'round Mobile
Well, make it on out to the called Jack's
Till you got a little to kill

Just follow that crowd of
You'll wind up out on his dance
Diggin' the finest little piece group
Up and down the of Mexico

And who's leadin'
That five band
Why, you know
It's that swingin' guitar man, yeah