Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I quit my job down at the
Left my a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar 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 place to
Well I thought my would set them on fire
But nobody wanted to a guitarman

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

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

em son

If you ever take a trip to the ocean
yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club Jacks
If you got a time to kill
Just follow crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his floor
Digging the finest little five piece
Up and the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's that five piece band
you know it's that swinging little guitarman

"he was a degenerate"