Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

the crowd rolled in they were a motley mix
There were and bikers and locals from the sticks
one meaner than a cougar in a cage
And the biggest one right up to the stage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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