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 Here'
A cinder block with a hand-painted sign
Hunkered down straddling the lines

When the rolled in they were a motley mix
There truckers and bikers and locals from the sticks
Each one meaner than a in a cage
And the biggest one swaggered up to the stage

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

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

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

a boy like that, he's heard every line
And I've been the silver tongue kind
I figured I had me one chance
Of that boy to dance

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

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

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