Luyện nghe bài hát Colorado Cool-Aid

Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston,
Was drinkin' Colorado Cool-Aid and talkin' to some
An' we was that you say?
What's Colorado

Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain
It'll set you on fire an' make your kidneys scream
Oh, it sure is
Yeah, we was havin' ourselves one of them good times

But you know every beer joint you've ever been in
Some big, drunk who just ain't got no friend
Sure enough, he to fight
Yeah, gonna whip everything in sight

Well, he him a big cold swallow of beer
And he spit in my friends ear
And sure enough that my buddy real mad
That's like he ain't never had

Well, Sir, he out a big, long switch blade knife
Quick as a he began to slice
And that big mean drunk back, his face full of tears
Lookin' down at the floor, an' one of his

Ha, he cut that off even with the sideburns
You say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't give a durn
But he was a about it
An' over and with a half way grin
it up and handed it back to him

He said, "Now big man, you get the urge to a little beer
"Just open up your hand there and it in your own ear
Won't be no trouble way", that's what I heard him say

And I said, "Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado
An you're up there, bring this big fella here, a box of Bandaids"

Now let me tell you if you're ever down in south of Texas
Decide to stop an' drink some Cool-Aid
An' maybe to some Mexicans
An' you get the urge to get a little
Better make damn sure you got your proof ear-muff

Hey, ain't that right, big man? I said ain't that big man?
Ah, hell he can't hear, not on this anyway, he ain't got no ear

Hey barmaid, bring us all a big, tall glass of that Cool-Aid
How it?
How you doin', big Still got your ear there in your hand?