Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I my job down at the car wash
And left my mama a goodbye
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
for a place to play

Well, I thought my
set 'em on fire
But wanted to hire
A man

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

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

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

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

A little four piece was jammin'
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band sound like
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 little time to

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

And guess who's
That piece band
Why, wouldn't you
It's that swingin' guitar man, yeah