Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

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

He said, "We've heard everybody David Allen Coe
To Berry singing 'Go Johnny 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 place started
My weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude started boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the do the talkin'

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

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

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 boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the

In a world of too words
Sometimes your point is hard to get
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, count it on, open up my heart and

And let the guitar do the talkin', and the whole place rockin'
My fingertips aren't stoppin' and that big bad dude 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 guitar do the
Let the guitar do the