Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I quit my job down at the
Left my mother a note
By sundown I left Kingston with my under my coat
all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the
For the next weeks went hunting at nights
Just looking for a to play
Well I thought my picking would set on fire
But nobody wanted to a guitarman

Well I nearly starved to death down in
I run out of and luck
So I bummed me a down to Mecon, Georgia
On an poultry truck
Thumbed on down to Panama
Started picking at some of all night bars
I could make myself a dollar making music on my guitar
Got the same old story the I'd appear
There ain't room here for a guitarman
need a guitarman son

So I slept in the hobo
I roamed thousand of track
Till I find in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they call Big
A little four band was jamming
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed em what a band would like
With a little guitarman

em son

If you ever take a down to the ocean
Find yourself down around
Make it on out to a club called
If you got a time to kill
Just that crowd of people
You'll up out on his dance floor
Digging the finest little five piece
Up and down the Gulf of
who's leading that five piece band
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging little

"he was a degenerate"