Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Guitar Blues

If you wanna get in let me tell you how to do it
Get yourself a and then you're right into it
You play all day and you play all
say you'll never learn to play the thing right
Always about, groaning at you
Moaning, let you practise

So I bought meself a guitar about a ago
The man I could learn it in a week or so
Gave me a book, pick or two
Said, "Here mate, it's up to you"
Dirty rotter, me ten nicker, all the loot I had
Good guitar, though, it a pluckit

Anyway, me dough
And I let it all go to waste, you know
So I took the book, and all
And I back home where the trees are tall
Down in Woodford, good to be if you've got a guitar
Pretty rotten if you

Well, for weeks and weeks I worked
And I tried to learn a few main
The says they're easy as ABC
Cor, my fingers is me, got sore on the ends
Couldn't hold the down
to pack up, cor, I felt rough

Anyway, kept on with all me might
I could see Mum's hair was white
And her was lined with discontent
She said her was pretty near spent
She was nervous, ears ringing, to scream
You know, get no relief

So sister, anyway, she took it of all
'Cause she got the following fall
She "For love" but I got me doubts
I the guitar chased her out
She's a game girl,
Just couldn't it, you know, limit to everything

Dad, he it a different way
He said, you can your Mum's hair grey
Drive your away from home
But you or me boy's gonna to roam
And I ain't going, intend to
You it out, so I did, fast, you know

Anyway, day had me clothes all packed
And I slung me guitar me back
meself a great long train
Searched the world for me of fame
Ain't none, just hardships, messing about
Skiffle, Steele