Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

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

I hitchhiked all the way to Memphis
Got a at the YMCA
For the next weeks
I a hauntin' them nightclubs
Lookin' for a to play

Well, I thought my
set 'em on fire
But nobody to hire
A man

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

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

Got the same old
At all night piers
"There ain't no room around for a guitar man
We don't 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 was jammin'
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound
a swingin' little guitar man, show 'em, son

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

Just follow that of people
You'll up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little five piece
Up and down the of Mexico

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