Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

the crowd rolled in they were a motley mix
There were truckers and bikers and from the sticks
Each one meaner 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 Berry singing 'Go Go Go'
Got an picture of Elvis on the shelf
So tell me what you got to say for yourself?"

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

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

Because a boy like that, heard every line
And I've never been the silver tongue
I figured I had me one 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 weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude started
No to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar 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 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 guitar do the talkin', and the place started rockin'
My fingertips stoppin' 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', just let the do the talkin'
Let the guitar do the