Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I quit my job down at the
my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar my coat
Hitchiked all the way to Memphis
Got a at the YMCA
For the three weeks went hunting at nights
looking for a place to play
Well I thought my picking would set on fire
But nobody wanted to a guitarman

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

So I slept in the hobo
I roamed thousand miles of
Till I find myself in Mobile,
At a club call Big Jacks
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 down to the ocean
Find yourself down around
it on out to a club called Jacks
If you got a time to kill
Just follow that of people
You'll wind up out on his dance
the finest little five 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"