Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Guitar Blues

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

So I bought meself a guitar a year ago
The man said I 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, spent me
And I couldn't let it all go to waste, you
So I the book, guitar and all
And I went home where the trees are tall
Down in Woodford, good place to be if got a guitar
Pretty if you ain't

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

Anyway, kept on with all me might
I could see hair was turning white
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 the guitar chased her out
She's a girl, though
couldn't take it, you know, limit to everything

Dad, he it a different way
He said, you can your Mum's hair grey
your sister away from home
But you or me boy's gonna to roam
And I going, never intend to
You it out, so I did, fast, you know

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