Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

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

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

I let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started
My fingertips weren't and that big bad dude started 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 thing in seventeen miles
Sittin' there my poor heart sweat
I knew my chances were a shot bet

Because a boy like that, he's every line
And I've never the silver tongue kind
I figured I had me one good
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 to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'

In a world of too words
Sometimes your is hard to get heard
I think I figured out a little way of getting mine
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 started rockin'
My fingertips stoppin' 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', just let the do the talkin'
Let the guitar do the