Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

I was in a band, we were scheduled to
At a little roadhouse called the 'Get Down
A cinder block building a hand-painted sign
Hunkered straddling the county lines

When the crowd in they were a motley mix
were truckers and bikers and locals from the sticks
Each one meaner than a cougar in a
And the biggest one swaggered right up to the

He said, "We've heard everybody David Allen Coe
To Chuck singing 'Go Johnny Go Go'
Got an autographed picture of on the shelf
So tell me what you got to say for yourself?"

I let the guitar do the talkin' and the place started rockin'
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the do the talkin'

Now he was over in the with a Chesire smile
The best lookin' thing in miles
Sittin' there makin' my poor heart
I knew my chances were a shot bet

a boy like that, he's heard every line
And I've never been the tongue kind
I figured I had me one good
Of gettin' that boy to

So I up my amp
I let the guitar do the and the whole place started rockin'
My fingertips stoppin' and that big bad dude started boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'

In a world of too many
Sometimes your point is to get heard
I think I figured out a little way of mine through
I just put it on, it up and pull out the chord
on, count it on, open up my heart and soul

And let the guitar do the talkin', and the place started rockin'
My fingertips aren't and that big bad dude keeps a boppin'
No need to fuss, the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'
Let the do the talkin'