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 Kingston
With my up under my coat

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

Well, I my pickin'
set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to
A man

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

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

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

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

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

So if you ever take a trip to the ocean
Find yourself down 'round
Well, make it on out to the club called
Till you got a little time to

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

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