Luyện nghe bài hát Colorado Cool-Aid

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

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

But you know every beer joint that ever been in
Some big, mean drunk who just got no friend
enough, he wants to fight
Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in

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

Well, Sir, he pulled out a big, switch blade knife
Quick as a he began to slice
And that big mean drunk 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 give a
But he was a about it
An' bent and with a half way grin
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
be no trouble 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, 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 Cool-Aid
An' maybe talk to Mexicans
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 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 in your hand?