Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

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

there seem to me an lot of charltans round here
and hustlers, and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers
the factory and and corporato cheat
conspire to fast reduce us to the of our feet
the lords of mass producto mass at quite a pace
it won't be these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place

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

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