Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen people let me tell you some
sing a song called the crude oil blues
We're low on 'n' all
low on gas
And I'm so I'm about to freeze myself
We got the oil blues
Cause the winter sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are and my knees are weak
But it because of love
It's lack of heat
I'm gonna tell you a story about this drunk I
He his basement full of homemade brew
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 crude oil
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the of your shoes
He said, burnin' this just destroys my soul
But one thing about it honey
you're cold, you're cold
I've got the crude oil
Well, we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever gonna 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 records then we don't need you
I said, "What am I gonna do if I sing and pick?"
He said, "Well just yourself warm playin' all them hot licks"
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama, don't forget to in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Einstein "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'"
Honey I ya but pass the duck down
Hey I a sign on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day
It uh, "He who expecteth nothin' ain't gonna be deceived"