Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen let me tell you some news
I'll sing a called the crude oil blues
low on heat 'n' all
low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm about to 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 ain't because of
from lack of heat
I'm gonna tell you a story about drunk I know
He kept his basement of homemade brew
But the got so bad it screwed up the boy's thinkin'
He got so cold he had to burn all his
got the crude oil blues
He said the can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin' this booze just destroys my
But there's one thing about it
When you're cold, you're
I've got the crude oil
Well, we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
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 enough oil to the pressed greased"
We got the crude oil
And son, if we can't make records then we don't you
I said, "What am I gonna do if I sing and pick?"
He said, "Well just keep yourself warm playin' all hot licks"
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama, don't forget to 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 a sign on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day
It said uh, "He who nothin' ain't gonna be deceived"