Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, people let me tell you some news
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 gets cold to the of my shoes
my hands are shakin' and my knees are weak
But it ain't of love
It's from lack of
I'm gonna you a story about this drunk I know
He kept his basement full of brew
But the got so bad it screwed up the boy's thinkin'
He got so cold he had to burn all his
He's got the crude oil
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your
He said, burnin' booze just destroys my soul
But there's one thing it honey
When you're cold, cold
got the crude oil blues
Well, when we made this there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever gonna out
I said, "Hey chief, you reckon this will be released?"
He said, "Son, we got enough oil to keep the pressed greased"
We got the oil blues
And son, if we make records then we don't need you
I said, "What am I gonna do if I sing and pick?"
He said, "Well just keep yourself playin' all them hot licks"
We got the oil blues.
Oh mama, forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Einstein "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'"
Honey I love ya but pass the duck
Hey I read a sign on the at my favorite gas station the other day
It said uh, "He who expecteth ain't gonna be deceived"