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
down straddling the county lines

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

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

I let the guitar do the talkin' and the place started rockin'
My weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude started boppin'
No to fuss, stop the squalkin', just 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 heart sweat
I knew my were a long shot bet

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

So I up my amp
I let the guitar do the and the whole 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'

In a world of too many
your point is hard to get heard
I think I figured out a little way of getting through
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 guitar do the talkin', and the place started rockin'
My fingertips aren't stoppin' and that big bad keeps a boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the do the talkin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the
Let the do the talkin'