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 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 wanted to hire a guitarman

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

So I slept in the hobo
I roamed thousand of track
Till I myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they Big Jacks
A little four piece band was
So I took my and I sat in
I em what a band would sound like
With a little guitarman

em son

If you take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself around Mobile
it on out to a club called Jacks
If you got a time to kill
Just follow that crowd of
You'll wind up out on his dance
the finest little five piece group
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"