Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

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

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

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

the worn out western hat i got no smells like horse
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 that life
yes, years of rolla have extracted quite a fee
them old counterfeit blues have been creepin up on me