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 all the way down to Memphis
Got a at the YMCA
For the next weeks
I went a hauntin' them
Lookin' for a place to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And who's leadin'
That five band
Why, wouldn't you
It's that swingin' little man, yeah