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 right
Always about, groaning at you
Moaning, won't let you

So I bought meself a 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"
rotter, cost me ten nicker, all the loot I had
Good guitar, though, it a pluckit

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

Well, for and weeks I worked hard
And I tried to a few main chords
The book 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 rough

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

So sister, anyway, she took it 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 game girl,
Just take it, you know, limit to everything

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

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