Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I my job down at the carwash
Left my a goodbye 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 three weeks went at nights
Just looking for a place to
Well I my picking would set them on fire
But nobody wanted to a guitarman

Well I nearly to death down in Memphis
I run out of money and
So I bummed me a ride down to Mecon,
On an overloaded 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 moment I'd
There ain't room here for a guitarman
Don't a guitarman son

So I slept in the hobo
I roamed thousand miles of
Till I find myself in Mobile,
At a club they call Big
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 guitarman

em son

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

"he was a degenerate"