Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

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

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

these notes that you've paying with are a little bit too green
the printing's off, the ink has got a polyester
your bill has grown too large and now have to work it off
and your snout will to make 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 counterfeit blues will be you all of your life

the worn out western hat i got no longer smells like
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 except for i write
and sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew life
yes, years of rocka rolla extracted quite a fee
maybe them old counterfeit have been creepin up on me