Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I my job down at the carwash
Left my mother a goodbye
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar my coat
Hitchiked all the way down to
Got a at the YMCA
For the next three weeks went hunting at
Just looking for a place to
I thought my picking would set them on fire
But nobody to hire a guitarman

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

So I slept in the hobo
I roamed thousand of track
Till I find in Mobile, Alabama
At a they call Big Jacks
A little piece band was jamming
So I my guitar and I sat in
I em what a band would sound like
With a swinging little

em son

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

"he was a degenerate"