Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man Upstairs

I think I'm gonna call the Police, I hear upstairs
I know good and well there nothing good going on up there
There's ten or more of them sittin' all around
Smokin' that stuff and that hard liquor down

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

When I was I had a little trouble with 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 little where my hair ain't grown back yet

I used to have me a woman and a fine home
But it took so much to keep both going I was always out and gone
I came one afternoon to get me change of clothes
a quick walkin' slick talkin' 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 not a lick got throwed
And my ain't come back yet

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