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 with a hand-painted sign
down straddling the county lines

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

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

I let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude boppin'
No need to fuss, the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'

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

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

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

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