Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man Upstairs

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

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

When I was sixteen I had a trouble with the law
He said "Boy come here" I "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 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
Caught a quick walkin' slick talkin' guitar
out my back door

Now I'm proud to say I ain't been no violent man
But I'd sure be rotting in jail today if I'd had me a gun in my
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 ain't come yet

Now I live in this building with the 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 place to stay
I'm a old man
You're a young
And a law-man on his way