Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I quit my job down at the
my mother a goodbye note
By I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
all the way down to Memphis
Got a at the YMCA
For the three weeks went hunting at nights
looking for a place to play
Well I my picking would set them on fire
But wanted to hire a guitarman

Well I nearly starved to down in Memphis
I run out of money and
So I me a ride down to Mecon, Georgia
On an overloaded poultry
on down to Panama City
Started at some of them all night bars
Hoping I could make a dollar making music on my guitar
Got the same old story the moment I'd
There ain't around here for a guitarman
need 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 sound like
With a swinging little

em son

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

"he was a degenerate"