Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, people let me tell you some news
I'll sing a song called the crude oil
low on heat 'n' all
low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm to freeze myself
We got the oil blues
Cause the time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin' and my knees are
But it ain't because of
It's lack of heat
I'm gonna tell you a story about drunk I know
He kept his basement full of brew
But the winter got so bad it up the boy's thinkin'
He got so cold he had to all his drinkin'
He's got the oil blues
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your
He said, burnin' booze just destroys my soul
But there's one thing it honey
When cold, you're cold
I've got the oil blues
Well, when we made this there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever come out
I said, "Hey chief, you this record will be released?"
He said, "Son, we got enough oil to keep the pressed greased"
We got the oil blues
And son, if we can't make records then we 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, forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Einstein said "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'"
Honey I ya but pass the duck down
Hey I read a sign on the pump at my gas station the other day
It said uh, "He who nothin' ain't gonna be deceived"