Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I quit my job at the carwash
Left my mother a note
By I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchiked all the way down to
Got a at the YMCA
For the next three weeks went hunting at
Just for a place to play
I thought my picking would set them on fire
But nobody to hire a guitarman

Well I nearly starved to death down in
I run out of money and
So I bummed me a ride down to Mecon,
On an overloaded truck
Thumbed on to Panama City
Started at some of them all night bars
I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar
Got the same old story the moment I'd
There room around here for a guitarman
Don't need a son

So I in the hobo jungles
I roamed thousand of track
Till I myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a they call Big Jacks
A little four piece band was
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed em what a band sound like
a swinging little guitarman

em son

If you take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down around
Make it on out to a club Jacks
If you got a little time to
Just follow crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance
Digging the finest little piece group
Up and the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's that five piece band
you know it's that swinging little guitarman

"he was a degenerate"