Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, listen people let me you some news
I'll sing a song called the 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 time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin' and my knees are
But it ain't of love
It's from 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 he had to burn all his drinkin'
He's got the oil blues
He said the wintertime can get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin' this booze destroys my soul
But there's one thing it honey
When you're cold, cold
I've got the oil blues
Well, we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever 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 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 keep yourself playin' all them hot licks"
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama, don't to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Einstein said "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'"
Honey I ya but pass the duck down
Hey I read a sign on the pump at my favorite gas the other day
It said uh, "He who nothin' ain't gonna be deceived"