Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

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

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

I let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started
My fingertips 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 lookin' thing in seventeen miles
Sittin' there makin' my poor heart
I my chances were a long shot bet

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

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

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

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