Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man Upstairs

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

been living in this city since 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 treated just sin
And every year or so I see a new truck load of white trash in

When I was I had a little trouble with the law
He said "Boy come here" I "Boy yourself
I ain't done wrong"
He grabbed me by the arm and He went my head
Nobody saw
B ut I got a little spot where my hair grown back yet

I used to have me a and a pretty fine home
But it took so to keep them both going I was always out and gone
I came home one to get me change of clothes
Caught a 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 laid a across the bed
Not a word got not a lick got throwed
And my woman ain't come yet

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