Luyện nghe bài hát Colorado Cool-Aid

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

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

But you know beer joint that you've ever been in
Some big, mean drunk who ain't got no friend
enough, he wants to fight
Yeah, he's whip everything in sight

Well, he took him a big cold of beer
And he spit in my Mexican ear
And enough that made my buddy real mad
That's somethin' he ain't never had

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

Ha, he cut thing off even with the sideburns
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't a durn
But he was a gentleman it
An' over and with a half way grin
Picked it up and handed it 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 Cool-Aid
An while up there, bring this big fella here, a box of Bandaids"

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

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

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