Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I in the hobo jungles
I a thousand miles of track
Till I found in Mobile, Alabama
In a club they call Big

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

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

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

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