Luyện nghe bài hát Crude Oil Blues

CRUDE OIL
Writer Reed

Well now, people let me tell you some news
I'll sing a song called the oil blues
We're low on .n all
low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm to freeze my.....self
We got the crude oil
'Cause the time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin' and my knees are
But it because of love
It's from lack of
I'm tell you a story anout this drunk I know
He kept his basement full of homemade
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the thinkin'
He got so cold he had to burn all his
He's got the oil blues
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the of your shoes
He said, burnin' this booze destroys my soul
But there's one thing it honey
When you're cold, cold
got the crude oil blues
Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of
Whether or not the ting was ever come out
I said, "hey chief, you reckon this 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 need you
I said, "what am I gonna do if I can't and pick?"
He said, "well just keep yourself warm playin' all hot licks
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama , don't forget to bring in the monkey
And remember Albert 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 the other day...
It said uh, "he who expecteth nothin' ain't be deceived.