Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

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

Well I starved to death down in Memphis
I run out of and luck
So I bummed me a down to Mecon, Georgia
On an poultry truck
on down 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 ain't room around here for a
need a guitarman son

So I slept in the hobo
I roamed thousand of track
Till I find myself in Mobile,
At a club they Big Jacks
A little four piece was jamming
So I took my and I sat in
I showed em what a band would like
With a swinging little

em son

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

"he was a degenerate"