Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen people let me tell you some
I'll sing a called the crude oil blues
We're low on 'n' all
low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm about to freeze
We got the crude oil
Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the of my shoes
Well my are shakin' and my knees are weak
But it ain't because of
It's lack of heat
I'm gonna tell you a story about this drunk I
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 said the wintertime can get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin' this booze just my soul
But there's one about it honey
When you're cold, you're
got the crude oil blues
Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of
Whether or not the ting was ever gonna out
I said, "Hey chief, you this record will be released?"
He said, "Son, we ain't got oil to keep the pressed greased"
We got the oil blues
And son, if we can't make then we don't need you
I said, "What am I gonna do if I can't 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 love ya but pass the down
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"