Luyện nghe bài hát Colorado Cool-Aid

Well, I was sittin' in beer joint down in Houston, Texas
Was drinkin' Colorado Cool-Aid and to some Mexicans
An' we was that you say?
What's Cool-Aid?

Well, it's a can of Coors from a mountain stream
It'll set you head on fire an' your kidneys scream
Oh, it is fine
Yeah, we was havin' one of them real good times

But you know every beer joint you've ever been in
big, mean drunk who just ain't got no friend
Sure enough, he to fight
Yeah, gonna whip everything in sight

Well, he took him a big cold of beer
And he spit in my friends ear
And sure enough that made my real mad
That's somethin' like he ain't had

Well, Sir, he pulled out a big, long switch blade
as a whistle he began to slice
And that big mean stood back, his face full of tears
Lookin' at the floor, an' one of his ears

Ha, he cut that off even with the sideburns
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just give a durn
But he was a about it
An' over and with a half way grin
Picked it up and it back to him

He said, "Now big man, you get the urge to a little beer
"Just open up hand there and spit it in your own ear
be no trouble that way", that's what I heard him say

And I said, "Barmaid, set us up a round of Colorado Cool-Aid
An while you're up there, this big fella here, a box of Bandaids"

Now let me tell you if you're ever ridin' in south of Texas
to stop an' drink some Colorado Cool-Aid
An' maybe talk to Mexicans
An' you get the urge to get a tough
make damn sure you got your knife proof ear-muff

Hey, ain't that right, big man? I said ain't that big man?
Ah, hell he can't hear, not on this side anyway, he got no ear

Hey barmaid, bring us all a big, tall glass of Colorado Cool-Aid
How it?
How you doin', big Still got your ear there in your hand?