Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

Well now, people let me tell you some news
I'll sing a called the crude oil blues
We're low on 'n' all
low on gas
And I'm so cold I'm to freeze myself
We got the oil blues
the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are and my knees are weak
But it ain't because of
It's from of heat
I'm gonna tell you a story this drunk I know
He kept his basement of homemade brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boy's
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' this booze just destroys my
But there's one about it honey
When you're cold, you're
I've got the oil blues
Well, when we this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever come out
I said, "Hey chief, you reckon 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 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 said "That is conducive to cuddlin'"
Honey I love ya but pass the duck
Hey I read a on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day
It said uh, "He who expecteth ain't gonna be deceived"