Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

he said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe in the smoke
and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that broke
this is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this even wine
i'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating baked with lime
this is not the truth you me, but some terrible, evil joke
sounds to me like the counterfeit have got you by the throat

seem to me an awful lot of charltans round here
and hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and
the and subterfuge and corporato cheat
conspire to fast us to the stamping of our feet
the lords of producto mass product at quite a pace
it won't be long these blues'll run the whole damn place

these notes that you've been paying with are a bit too green
the off, the ink has got a polyester sheen
bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off
and your snout have to make its way from the far end of the trough
you got suckered into tryin to make make your money overnight
looks to me like the counterfeit blues will be doggin you all of your

the worn out western hat i got no longer smells horse
and i can't afford to keep one around now that gone, of course
i guess left it all behind me now except for when i write
and sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that
yes, years of rocka rolla have extracted a fee
maybe them old counterfeit blues have creepin up on me