Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

he drink deeply 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 and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine
i'm smokin cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime
this is not the truth you tell me, but terrible, evil joke
sounds to me the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat

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

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

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