Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen people let me you some news
I'll sing a song called the crude oil
We're low on 'n' all
low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm about to myself
We got the crude oil
Cause the winter time sure gets to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin' and my are weak
But it ain't of love
It's lack of heat
I'm gonna tell you a story this drunk I know
He kept his basement full of brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boy's
He got so he had to burn all his drinkin'
He's got the oil blues
He the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin' booze just 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 record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was gonna come out
I said, "Hey chief, you reckon this record 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 gonna do if I sing 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 brass
And remember Albert Einstein said "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'"
Honey I love ya but pass the down
Hey I read a on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day
It uh, "He who expecteth nothin' ain't gonna be deceived"