Luyện nghe bài hát Colorado Cool-Aid

Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston,
Was drinkin' Colorado and talkin' to some Mexicans
An' we was what's that you
What's Colorado

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

But you know every beer joint that you've been in
Some big, mean drunk who ain't got no friend
enough, he wants 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 enough that made my buddy real mad
That's like he ain't never had

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

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

He said, "Now big man, you get the urge to spit a little
"Just open up your there and spit 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 while you're up there, this big fella here, a box of Bandaids"

Now let me tell you if you're ever ridin' down in of Texas
Decide to stop an' drink some Colorado
An' maybe talk to some
An' you get the to get a little tough
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 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 there in hand?