Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye
By sundown I'd left
my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all the way down to
Got a at the YMCA
For the three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just for a place to play
Well, I my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody to hire a guitar man

Well, I 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and
So I bought me a ride to Macon, Georgia
On a poultry truck
I thumbed on to Panama City
pickin' out some o' them all night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a
music on my guitar
I got the same old story at all night piers
There ain't no room around for a guitar man
We don't a guitar man, son

So I slept in the jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of
Till I myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club call Big Jack's
A little band was jammin'
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would like
a swingin' little guitar man
'em, son

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