Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

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

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 wanted to
A man

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

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

Got the same old
At them all night
"There no room around here for a guitar man
We need a guitar man, son"

So I slept in the jungles
I bummed a thousand of track
Till I found myself in Mobile,
In a they call Big Jack's

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

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

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

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