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
my guitar up under my coat

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

Well, I thought my
Would set 'em on
But nobody wanted to
A man

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

I on down to Panama City
Started checkin' out some of them all night
Hopin' I can myself a dollar
Makin' on my guitar

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

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

A little four band was jammin'
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 ever take a trip to the ocean
Find down 'round Mobile
Well, make it on out to the club Jack's
Till you got a time to kill

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

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