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 left
my guitar up under my coat

I hitchhiked all the way down to
Got a at the YMCA
For the three weeks
I a hauntin' them nightclubs
for a place to play

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

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

I thumbed on down to 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 room around for a guitar man
We need a guitar man, son"

So I in the hobo jungles
I bummed a thousand miles of
Till I myself in Mobile, Alabama
In a they 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 down to the ocean
yourself down 'round Mobile
Well, make it on out to the club called
Till you got a little time to

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

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