Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

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

there seem to me an awful lot of round here
and hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, and mutineers
the factory and and corporato cheat
conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our
the lords of mass mass product at quite a pace
it won't be these counterfeit 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
your bill has grown too large and now have to work it off
and your snout will have to make its way from the far end of the
you got suckered tryin to make your make your money overnight
looks to me like the counterfeit blues be doggin you all of your life

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