Luyện nghe bài hát Guitar Man

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

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

So I slept in the jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of
Till I found in Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big
A little four-piece band was
So I my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em a band would sound like
With a swingin' guitar man
'em, son

If you take a trip down to the ocean
yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club Jack's
If you got a little 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 Gulf of
who's leadin' that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't ya know, that swingin' little guitar man