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 building with a hand-painted sign
Hunkered down straddling the lines

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

He said, "We've heard everybody from Allen Coe
To Chuck singing 'Go Johnny Go Go'
Got an autographed picture of Elvis on the
So tell me girl 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 in the corner with a Chesire smile
The best lookin' thing in miles
Sittin' there my poor heart sweat
I knew my chances were a shot bet

Because a boy like that, heard every 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 do the talkin' and the whole 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

In a world of too many
Sometimes 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 and soul

And let the do the talkin', and the whole place started rockin'
My fingertips aren't 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, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'
Let the guitar do the