Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I quit my job at the carwash
Left my mother a goodbye
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar my coat
all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the
For the next three weeks went hunting at
Just looking for a place to
Well I thought my picking would set them on
But nobody wanted to hire a

Well I starved to death down in Memphis
I run out of and luck
So I me a ride down to Mecon, Georgia
On an overloaded poultry
Thumbed on down to Panama
Started picking at some of them all 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
Don't a guitarman son

So I slept in the hobo
I roamed thousand miles of
I find myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they Big Jacks
A little piece band was jamming
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed em a band would sound like
a swinging little guitarman

em son

If you ever take a trip down to the
yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club Jacks
If you got a little to kill
follow that crowd of people
You'll up out on his dance floor
Digging the little five piece group
Up and the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's that five piece band
Wouldn't you know it's swinging little guitarman

"he was a degenerate"