Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarman

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

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

So I in the hobo jungles
I thousand miles of track
Till I myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club call Big Jacks
A four piece band was jamming
So I took my and I sat in
I showed em what a band would sound
With a little guitarman

em son

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

"he was a degenerate"