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 Down Here'
A cinder block with a hand-painted sign
Hunkered down straddling the county

When the crowd rolled in they were a mix
There were truckers and bikers and locals the sticks
Each one meaner than a in a cage
And the one swaggered right up to the stage

He said, "We've everybody from David Allen Coe
To Berry 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 whole started rockin'
My weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude started boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the

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

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

So I up my amp
I let the guitar do the talkin' and the place started rockin'
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big bad started 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 I figured out a little way of getting mine through
I put it on, tune it up and pull out the chord
on, count it on, open up my heart 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 to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the
Let the guitar do the