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 on up there
There's probably ten or more of them sittin' all
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 I've bad times drag on
I've seen white and black folks alike get treated just sin
And every year or so I see a new truck load of white movin' in

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

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

Now I'm to say I ain't never 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 clothes on the floor and laid a across the bed
Not a word got spoke not a got throwed
And my woman ain't back yet

Now I live in building with the punks and the freaks
And I do much of nothing except go to work, come home, and drink
So guitar man you picked the wrong damn place to stay
I'm a old man
You're a young
And a law-man on his way