Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

When the rolled in they were a motley mix
There were truckers and bikers and from the sticks
one meaner than a cougar in a cage
And the one swaggered right up to the stage

He said, "We've heard from David Allen Coe
To Chuck Berry '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 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 with a Chesire smile
The lookin' thing in seventeen miles
Sittin' there makin' my poor sweat
I knew my chances were a long bet

Because a boy 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 place 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'

In a of too many words
Sometimes your is hard to get heard
I think I out a little way of getting mine through
I just put it on, tune it up and pull out the
Power on, count it on, open up my and soul

And let the guitar do the talkin', and the whole place rockin'
My fingertips aren't stoppin' and big bad dude keeps a boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the
No to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'
Let the do the talkin'