Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job down at the car
Left my a goodbye note
By sundown I'd Kingston
With my guitar my coat
I hitchhiked all the way to Memphis
Got a room at the
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them
Just lookin' for a to play
Well, I thought my pickin' set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a man

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in
I run outta and luck
So I bought me a ride down to Macon,
On a overloaded poultry
I thumbed on to Panama City
Started pickin' out some o' them all night
Hopin' I make myself a dollar
Makin' on my guitar
I got the old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room here for a guitar man
We don't need a man, son

So I slept in the jungles
a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
At a club call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was
So I took my and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band sound like
With a little guitar man
'em, son

If you ever a trip down to the ocean
Find down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club Jack's
If you got a time to kill
Just that crowd of people
wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little piece group
Up and down the of Mexico
Guess who's leadin' five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's swingin' little guitar man