Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man Upstairs

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

I've been living in 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

I was sixteen I had a little trouble with the law
He said "Boy come here" I "Boy yourself
I done nothing wrong"
He grabbed me by the arm and He went my head
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 to keep them both going I was always out and gone
I home one afternoon 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 been no violent man
But I'd sure be in jail today if I'd had me a gun in my hand
I went inside threw her clothes on the and laid a suitcase across the bed
Not a word got spoke not a got throwed
And my woman ain't come yet

Now I live in this building with the punks and the
And I don't do much of nothing except go to work, 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