Luyện nghe bài hát The Crude Oil Blues

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