Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

Well I my job down at the carwash
Left my mother a note
By sundown I left Kingston my guitar under my coat
Hitchiked all the way down to
Got a room at the
For the next three weeks hunting at nights
looking for a place to play
Well I my picking would set them on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a

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

So I slept in the jungles
I thousand miles of track
I find myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a they call Big Jacks
A little four piece band was
So I my guitar 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 down around
it on out to a club called Jacks
If you got a little time to
Just that crowd of people
wind up out on his dance floor
Digging the finest little five group
Up and the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leading that five piece
Wouldn't you know it's swinging little guitarman

"he was a degenerate"