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, is the bread that jesus broke
this is grape juice and vodka, man, this isn't even wine
i'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating baked with lime
is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke
sounds to me like the counterfeit blues 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
conspire to fast reduce us to the of our feet
the lords of mass producto product at quite a pace
it won't be long these blues'll run the whole damn place

these that 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 snout will have to make its way from the far end of the trough
you got suckered into tryin to make your your money overnight
looks to me like the counterfeit blues be doggin you all of your life

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