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 you're into it
You all day and you play all night
People say you'll never learn to play the right
Always messing about, at you
Moaning, won't let you

So I bought meself a about a year ago
The man I could learn it in a week or so
me a little book, pick or two
Said, "Here mate, it's up to you"
Dirty rotter, me ten nicker, all the loot I had
guitar, though, called 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 back home where the trees are tall
Down in Woodford, place to be if you've got a guitar
Pretty if you ain't

Well, for and weeks I worked hard
And I tried to learn a few chords
The book they're easy as ABC
Cor, my fingers is me, got sore 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 said her was pretty near spent
She was nervous, ears ringing, to scream
You know, get no relief

So sister, anyway, she took it 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 game girl,
Just couldn't take it, you know, limit to

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

Anyway, day had me clothes all packed
And I slung me guitar me back
Caught meself a great long
Searched the for me share of fame
Ain't found none, hardships, messing about
Skiffle, Steele