Luyện nghe bài hát Crude Oil Blues

CRUDE OIL
Writer Jerry

Well now, listen people let me tell you some
I'll sing a song called the oil blues
We're low on .n all
low on gas
And I'm so I'm about to freeze my.....self
We got the oil blues
'Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin' and my are weak
But it ain't of love
from lack of heat
I'm gonna tell you a story anout this drunk I
He his basement full of homemade brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the thinkin'
He got so he had to burn all his drinkin'
got the crude oil blues
He said the can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin' this booze destroys my soul
But there's one thing about it
you're cold, you're cold
I've got the oil blues
Well, when we made this record there was a bit of doubt
Whether or not the was ever gonna come out
I said, "hey chief, you reckon record will be released?"
He said, "Son, we ain't got enough oil to keep the greased"
We got the crude oil
And son, if we can't make records then we don't you
I said, "what am I gonna do if I can't and pick?"
He said, "well just keep yourself warm all them hot licks
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama , don't forget to bring in the monkey
And remember what Albert Weinstein said...that is condusive to cuddlin...
Honey I love ya but the duck down...hey I read a sign on the pump at my
Favorite gas station the day...
It uh, "he who expecteth nothin' ain't gonna be deceived.