Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

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

When the crowd rolled in they a motley mix
There truckers and bikers and locals 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 everybody from David Coe
To Chuck singing 'Go Johnny Go Go'
Got an autographed picture of Elvis on the
So tell me girl you got to say for yourself?"

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

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

Because a boy like that, heard 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 whole place started
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and big bad dude started boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the

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

And let the guitar do the talkin', and the whole started rockin'
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 need to fuss, the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'
Let the do the talkin'