Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

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

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

So I in the hobo jungles
I roamed thousand miles of
I find myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they call Big
A little four piece was jamming
So I took my and I sat in
I showed em a band would sound like
With a swinging little

em son

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

"he was a degenerate"