Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen 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 I'm about to freeze myself
We got the oil blues
Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my
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 drunk I know
He kept his 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 oil blues
He the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin' this booze just my soul
But there's one about it honey
you're cold, you're cold
I've got the crude oil
Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of
Whether or not the was ever 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 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 playin' all them hot licks"
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama, don't forget to bring in the brass
And remember what Albert Einstein said "That is conducive to cuddlin'"
Honey I love ya but pass the duck
Hey I read a on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day
It said uh, "He who expecteth ain't gonna be deceived"