Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' A Mess

Ohh ya

it up

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

She started started losing her mind
But he was kicking back and it cool
her walkin' 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 a mess of me
Five, six take your last
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you
You're better off dead than a mess of me

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

One, two baby, you do?
Three, let me show you the door
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 off dead than makin' a mess of me

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

for your supper, nobody rides for free

Sing for your supper, rides for free
Take your bits out I'll 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 off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your last
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you
You're better off dead than a mess of m-m-me

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

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