Luyện nghe bài hát Crude Oil Blues

CRUDE OIL
Writer Reed

now, listen people let me tell you some news
I'll sing a song called the oil blues
low on heat .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
my hands are shakin' and my knees are weak
But it ain't of love
It's lack of heat
I'm gonna you a story anout this drunk I know
He his basement full of homemade brew
But the got so bad it screwed up the boy's thinkin'
He got so cold he had to burn all his
He's got the 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 it honey
When cold, you're cold
got the crude oil blues
Well, when we this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was gonna come out
I said, "hey chief, you reckon this will be released?"
He said, "Son, we ain't got enough oil to the pressed greased"
We got the oil blues
And son, if we make records then we don't need you
I said, "what am I do if I can't sing and pick?"
He said, "well just keep yourself warm playin' all them hot
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama , don't forget to in the brass monkey
And remember what Weinstein said...that coolin' is condusive to cuddlin...
Honey I love ya but pass the down...hey I read a sign on the pump at my
Favorite gas station the day...
It said uh, "he who nothin' ain't gonna be deceived.