Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen people let me tell you some
I'll 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 cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are and my knees are weak
But it ain't of love
It's from lack of
I'm gonna tell you a story this drunk I know
He kept his full of homemade brew
But the got so bad it screwed up the boy's thinkin'
He got so cold he had to all his drinkin'
He's got the oil blues
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of shoes
He said, this booze just destroys my soul
But one thing about it honey
you're cold, you're cold
I've got the oil blues
Well, when we made this record there was a bit of doubt
or not the ting was ever gonna come 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 do if I can't sing and pick?"
He said, "Well just keep yourself playin' 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'"
Honey I 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 expecteth nothin' ain't be deceived"