Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

I was in a band, we were scheduled to
At a little roadhouse called the 'Get Down
A cinder block building with a hand-painted
Hunkered down straddling the lines

When the crowd rolled in they a motley mix
were truckers and bikers and locals from the sticks
Each one meaner than a cougar in a
And the biggest one swaggered right up to the

He said, "We've heard everybody from David Coe
To Chuck Berry singing 'Go Go Go'
Got an autographed of Elvis on the shelf
So tell me what you got to say for yourself?"

I let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big bad started boppin'
No to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'

Now he was over in the corner with a smile
The best lookin' in seventeen miles
Sittin' there makin' my heart sweat
I knew my chances were a long bet

Because a boy that, he's heard every line
And I've been the silver tongue kind
I figured I had me one chance
Of gettin' boy to dance

So I up my amp
I let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place rockin'
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big bad dude boppin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the

In a world of too many
Sometimes point is hard to get heard
I I figured out a little way of getting mine through
I just put it on, it up and pull out the chord
on, count it on, open up my heart and soul

And let the guitar do the talkin', and the whole started rockin'
My fingertips aren't and that big bad dude keeps a boppin'
No to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', let the guitar do the talkin'
Let the guitar do the