Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Guitar Blues

If you wanna get in let me tell you how to do it
Get a guitar and then you're right into it
You play all day and you play all
People say you'll learn to play the thing right
Always messing about, at you
Moaning, won't let you

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

Anyway, me dough
And I let it all go to waste, you know
So I took the book, and all
And I went back home where the trees are
Down in Woodford, good to be if you've got a guitar
Pretty if you ain't

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

Anyway, kept on with all me might
I could see Mum's was turning white
And her face was lined with
She said her patience was near spent
She was nervous, ringing, wanted to scream
You know, couldn't get no

So sister, anyway, she it worst of all
'Cause she got married the following
She "For love" but I got me doubts
I think the chased her out
She's a girl, though
Just couldn't take it, you know, to everything

Dad, he took it a way
He said, you can turn your Mum's hair
your sister away from home
But you or me gonna start to roam
And I ain't going, never to
You figure it out, so I did, fast, you

Anyway, next day had me clothes all
And I slung me guitar across me
Caught meself a great train
Searched the for me share of fame
Ain't found none, just hardships, messing
Skiffle, Tommy