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 Down Here'
A cinder building with a hand-painted sign
Hunkered straddling the county lines

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

He said, "We've heard from David Allen Coe
To Chuck singing 'Go Johnny Go Go'
Got an autographed picture of on the shelf
So me girl 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 started
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'

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

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

In a of too many words
Sometimes point is hard to get heard
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 and soul

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