Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

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

there seem to me an awful lot of charltans round
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 producto mass product at quite a
it be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place

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

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