Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' A Mess

Ohh ya

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T Bone Billy just a singin' the blues he caught his lady another man
Lit up a smoke and did some talkin' the back of his hands

She started shakin' started her mind
But he was kicking and playing it cool
Signed her walkin' papers took the to Kalamazoo
Sing for your supper, but nobod' for free
Eat heart out send a C O D
Ya

One, two baby, you do?
Three, four let me you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a of me
Five, six take your licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you
You're better off dead makin' a mess of me

Now Billy boy's out havin' a ball playin' at the local bar
The dark shades, kicks he's the Hollywood Boulevard
Slick daddy with his fat cigar sayin, upon the dotted line'
He shook his head and said, "All I need is that of mine thats all"
Sing for your supper, rides for free
But take your big time off so you can of m-m-me, m-m-me ya

One, two baby, you do?
Three, four let me show you the
You're better off dead than a mess of me
Five, six take your licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you
You're better off than makin' a mess of me

Say, trouble knockin'
But Billy a rockin', like this
Ooa

Sing for your supper, nobody rides for

Sing for supper, nobody rides for free
Take your out I'll take you to m-m-me, m-m-me, m-m-me, yea

One, two what you do?
Three, let me show you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a of me
Five, six take last licks
Seven, eight I'm give it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a of m-m-me

One, two what you do?
Ooo
You're better off than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your licks
(Later)
You're better off dead makin' a mess of
Mess of, of, me, yea

Make a mess of me and be the
mess you may ever made, ha, ha