Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen people let me you some news
I'll a song called the crude oil blues
low on heat 'n' all
low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm about to freeze
We got the oil blues
Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my
Well my hands are shakin' and my are weak
But it ain't because of
It's from lack of
I'm gonna tell you a story this drunk I know
He kept his basement full of homemade
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boy's
He got so cold he had to all his drinkin'
He's got the crude oil
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of shoes
He said, burnin' 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 this record there was a little 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 got enough oil to keep 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 warm playin' all them hot licks"
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama, don't forget to in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Einstein "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'"
Honey I love ya but the duck down
Hey I read a sign on the pump at my favorite gas station the day
It uh, "He who expecteth nothin' ain't gonna be deceived"