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 guitar up under my

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

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

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in
I run out of money and
So I bummed me a down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry

I thumbed on to Panama City
Started checkin' out some of all night bars
Hopin' I can make a dollar
Makin' music on my

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

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

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

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

follow that crowd 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 piece
Why, you know
It's that little guitar man, yeah