Luyện nghe bài hát Colorado Cool-Aid

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

Well, it's a can of Coors from a mountain stream
It'll set you head on fire an' make your scream
Oh, it sure is
Yeah, we was havin' one of them real 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 swallow of beer
And he in my Mexican friends ear
And sure enough that made my buddy mad
That's somethin' like he ain't had

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

Ha, he cut that thing off even with the
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just give a durn
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 beer
"Just open up your hand there and spit it in own ear
Won't be no trouble that way", what I heard him say

And I said, "Barmaid, set us up a round of Colorado 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' down in south of
Decide to stop an' drink Colorado Cool-Aid
An' maybe to some Mexicans
An' you get the urge to get a little
Better make damn you got your knife proof ear-muff

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