Luyện nghe bài hát Counterfeiters' Blues

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

there 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 stamping of our
the lords of mass mass product at quite a pace
it won't be long these blues'll run the whole damn place

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

the worn out western hat i got no longer smells like
and i can't afford to keep one around now rooster's gone, of course
i guess left 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
maybe them old blues have been creepin up on me