Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

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

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

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

em son

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

"he was a degenerate"