Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

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

He said, "We've heard everybody from David 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 place started rockin'
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude started
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'

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

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

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

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

And let the do the talkin', and the whole place started rockin'
My fingertips stoppin' and that big bad dude 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 guitar do the