Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I my job down at the carwash
Left my mother a note
By sundown I left with my guitar under my coat
Hitchiked all the way to Memphis
Got a room at the
For the three weeks went hunting at nights
Just looking for a place to
Well I thought my picking would set on fire
But wanted to hire a guitarman

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

So I slept in the jungles
I roamed thousand of track
Till I find in Mobile, Alabama
At a they call Big Jacks
A little piece band was jamming
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed em what a band would sound
With a swinging guitarman

em son

If you take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down around
Make it on out to a club called
If you got a little to kill
Just follow that crowd of
You'll wind up out on his floor
the finest little five piece group
Up and the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leading that five band
Wouldn't you know it's that swinging guitarman

"he was a degenerate"