Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' A Mess

Ohh ya

it up

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

She started started losing her mind
But he was back and playing it cool
Signed her papers took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo
Sing for your supper, but nobod' rides for
Eat your heart out 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 last
Seven, eight I'm gonna it to you straight
You're better off dead than a mess of me

Now Billy boy's out havin' a ball fiddle at the local bar
The dark shades, cool 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 fiddle of thats all"
Sing for your supper, nobod' for free
But take your big time off so you can roll of 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 it to you straight
You're better off dead than a mess of me

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

Sing for supper, nobody rides for free

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

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

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

a mess of me and you'll be the
Biggest mess you may made, ha, ha