Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

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

He said, "We've everybody from David Allen Coe
To Chuck Berry 'Go Johnny Go Go'
Got an autographed picture of Elvis on the
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 boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'

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

a boy like that, he's heard every line
And I've never been the silver tongue
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 started
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big bad started boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'

In a of too many words
Sometimes 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
on, count it on, open up my heart and soul

And let the guitar do the talkin', and the whole 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