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 Kingston
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 place to

Well, I my pickin'
Would set 'em on
But wanted to hire
A man

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

I thumbed on down to Panama
Started out some of them all night bars
I can make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my

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

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

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

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

Just that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance
Diggin' the finest little five piece
Up and down the Gulf of

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