Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen people let me you some news
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 crude oil
Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin' and my knees are
But it ain't of love
It's from lack of
I'm gonna tell you a story about this I know
He kept his basement full of brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the thinkin'
He got so cold he had to all his drinkin'
got the crude oil blues
He said the wintertime can get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin' booze just destroys my soul
But one thing about it honey
When you're cold, you're
got the crude oil blues
Well, we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was gonna come out
I said, "Hey chief, you reckon record will be released?"
He said, "Son, we ain't got enough oil to the pressed 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 keep yourself warm all them hot licks"
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama, don't to bring in the brass monkey
And remember Albert Einstein said "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'"
I love ya but pass the duck down
Hey I read a on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day
It said uh, "He who expecteth nothin' ain't be deceived"