Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

he said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the
and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread jesus broke
this is grape and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine
i'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with
this is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil
sounds to me like the counterfeit 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 us to the stamping of our feet
the lords of mass producto product at quite a pace
it won't be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole place

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

the out western 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 except for i write
and sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that
yes, years of rocka rolla have extracted a fee
maybe them old counterfeit blues been creepin up on me