Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, people let me tell you some news
I'll sing a 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
the winter 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 lack of heat
I'm gonna tell you a about this drunk I know
He kept his basement of homemade brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the thinkin'
He got so cold he had to burn all his
got the crude oil blues
He said the wintertime can get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin' this 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 this record there was a little bit of
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 crude oil
And son, if we can't make records then we need you
I said, "What am I do if I can't 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 Albert Einstein said "That coolin' is to cuddlin'"
Honey I love ya but pass the duck
Hey I a sign on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day
It said uh, "He who expecteth ain't gonna be deceived"