Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man Upstairs

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

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

When I was sixteen I had a little trouble the law
He "Boy come here" I said "Boy yourself
I done nothing wrong"
He grabbed me by the arm and He went upside my
Nobody saw
B ut I got a spot where my hair ain't grown back yet

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

Now I'm proud to say I ain't never been no man
But I'd be rotting in jail today if I'd had me a gun in my hand
I went inside threw her clothes on the floor and a suitcase across the bed
Not a word got not a lick got throwed
And my woman ain't back yet

Now I live in building with the punks and the freaks
And I don't do much of 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