Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man Upstairs

I think I'm gonna call the Police, I hear upstairs
I know good and well there ain't nothing good going on up
There's ten or more of them sittin' all around
Smokin' that stuff and drinkin' that hard liquor

I've living in this city since the day I was born
I've seen good times come and go and seen bad times drag on
I've seen white and black folks alike get treated like sin
And every year or so I see a new truck load of trash movin' in

When I was sixteen I had a little trouble the law
He said "Boy come here" I said "Boy
I done nothing wrong"
He grabbed me by the arm and He went upside my
saw nothing
B ut I got a little spot my hair ain't grown back yet

I used to have me a and a pretty fine home
But it took so much to keep them both going I was always out and
I came home one to get me change of clothes
Caught a quick slick talkin' guitar picker
Headin' out my back

Now I'm proud to say I ain't been no violent man
But I'd be rotting in jail today if I'd had me a gun in my hand
I went inside threw her on the floor and laid a suitcase across the bed
Not a got spoke not a lick got throwed
And my ain't come back yet

Now I live in building with the punks and the freaks
And I don't do of nothing except go to work, come home, and drink
So guitar man you done picked the wrong damn place to
I'm a old man
a young smart-ass
And there's a on his way