Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man Upstairs

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

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

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

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

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

Now I live in this building with the and the freaks
And I don't do much of nothing except go to work, home, and drink
So guitar man you done picked the damn place to stay
I'm a old man
You're a young
And there's a on his way