Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Guitar Blues

If you get in trouble let me tell you how to do it
Get yourself a guitar and you're right into it
You all day and you play all night
People say you'll never learn to play the right
Always about, groaning at you
Moaning, won't let you

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

Anyway, spent me
And I couldn't let it all go to waste, you
So I took the book, and all
And I went back home the trees are tall
in Woodford, good place to be if you've got a guitar
Pretty rotten if you

Well, for weeks and weeks I hard
And I tried to a few main chords
The says they're easy as ABC
Cor, my fingers is killing me, got on the ends
hold the strings down
Wanted to pack up, cor, I felt

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

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

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

Anyway, next day had me clothes all
And I slung me guitar across me
Caught a great long train
Searched the world for me share of
Ain't found none, just hardships, about
Skiffle, Steele