Luyện nghe bài hát Colorado Cool-Aid

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

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

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

Well, he took him a big cold swallow of
And he spit in my friends ear
And sure enough that made my real mad
That's somethin' like he never had

Well, Sir, he pulled out a big, long switch knife
Quick as a he began to slice
And that big mean drunk stood back, his full of tears
down 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 give a
But he was a gentleman it
An' bent over and with a half way
Picked it up and handed it to him

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

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

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

Hey, ain't that right, big man? I ain't that right 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 Colorado Cool-Aid
How it?
How you doin', big man? Still got your ear there in hand?