Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Guitar Blues

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

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

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

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

Anyway, kept on 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, wanted to
You know, get no relief

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

Dad, he took it a way
He said, you can turn your Mum's hair
Drive your sister away from
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 slung me guitar me back
Caught meself a great long
Searched the world for me share of
Ain't found none, just hardships, about
Skiffle, Steele