Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

I was in a band, we scheduled to appear
At a little roadhouse the 'Get Down Here'
A cinder block building with a sign
Hunkered down straddling the county

When the crowd rolled in they were a mix
There 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 heard everybody from David Coe
To Chuck Berry '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 do the talkin' and the whole place started rockin'
My fingertips weren't 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 best lookin' thing in miles
Sittin' makin' my poor heart sweat
I my chances were a long shot bet

Because a boy like that, he's every line
And never been the silver tongue kind
I I had me one good chance
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 and that big bad dude started boppin'
No need to fuss, the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'

In a world of too many
Sometimes your is hard to get heard
I think I figured out a way of getting mine through
I put it on, tune 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 whole place rockin'
My fingertips aren't and that big bad dude keeps a boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'
Let the do the talkin'