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
Colorado Cool-Aid?

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

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

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

Well, Sir, he out a big, long switch blade knife
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 thing off even with the sideburns
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just give a durn
But he was a gentleman it
An' bent over and a half way grin
Picked it up and it back to him

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

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

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

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

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