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 that jesus broke
this is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this even wine
i'm shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime
this is not the truth you tell me, but terrible, evil joke
sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the

seem to me an awful lot of charltans round here
and hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and
the factory and subterfuge and corporato
conspire to fast us to the stamping of our feet
the lords of mass mass product at quite a pace
it be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place

these notes you've been paying with are a little 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 have to make its way from the far end of the trough
you got suckered tryin to make your 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 like horse
and i afford to keep one around now that rooster's gone, of course
i i've left it all behind me now except for when i write
and sing ancestral praises of the ones who that life
yes, of rocka rolla have extracted quite a fee
maybe them old counterfeit blues been creepin up on me