Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man Upstairs

I I'm gonna call the Police, I hear something upstairs
I know good and well ain't nothing good going on up there
There's probably ten or more of 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 good times come and go and I've seen bad times on
seen white and black folks alike get treated just like sin
And every year or so I see a new truck load of white trash in

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

I used to have me a woman and a pretty home
But it took so much to them both going I was always out and gone
I came home one afternoon to get me change of
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 sure be in jail today if I'd had me a gun in my hand
I inside threw her clothes on the floor and laid a suitcase across the bed
Not a got spoke not a lick got throwed
And my woman come back yet

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