Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

When the crowd rolled in were a motley mix
There were truckers and and locals from the sticks
one meaner than a cougar in a cage
And the biggest one swaggered right up to the

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

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

Now he was in the corner with a Chesire smile
The best lookin' thing in seventeen
there makin' my poor heart sweat
I knew my chances a long shot bet

Because a boy like that, he's heard line
And never been the silver tongue kind
I I had me one good chance
Of gettin' boy to dance

So I up my amp
I let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude started
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the

In a of too many words
your point is hard to get heard
I think I out a little way of getting mine through
I just put it on, tune it up and pull out the
Power on, count it on, up my heart and soul

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