Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

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

He said, "We've heard everybody from David Coe
To Chuck Berry singing 'Go Go Go'
Got an autographed picture of on the shelf
So tell me what you got to say for yourself?"

I let the do the talkin' and the whole place started 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

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

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

So I up my amp
I let the guitar do the and the whole place started rockin'
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 world of too words
Sometimes your is hard to get heard
I I figured 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 heart and

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