Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

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

I hitchhiked all the way down to
Got a at the YMCA
For the next three
I went a hauntin' them
Lookin' for a to play

Well, I my pickin'
Would set 'em on
But nobody to hire
A man

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

I thumbed on down to Panama
Started checkin' out of them all night bars
I can make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my

Got the same old
At them all night
"There ain't no around here for a guitar man
We need a guitar man, son"

So I in the hobo jungles
I bummed a miles of track
Till I found 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 would sound like
With a swingin' guitar man, show 'em, son

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

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

And who's leadin'
That piece band
Why, wouldn't you
that swingin' little guitar man, yeah