Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job down at the car
And left my mama a goodbye
By sundown, I'd Kingston
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 hauntin' nightclubs
for a place to play

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

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

I on down to Panama City
Started checkin' out some of them all bars
Hopin' I can make a dollar
music on my guitar

Got the old story
At all night piers
"There no room around here 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 myself in Mobile,
In a club they Big Jack's

A little four band was jammin'
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound
With a swingin' guitar man, show 'em, son

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

Just follow that crowd of
wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest five piece group
Up and down the Gulf of

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