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 smoke and did some talkin' the back of his hands

She started shakin' started her mind
But he was kicking back and it cool
Signed her walkin' took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo
Sing for supper, but nobod' rides for free
Eat your heart out a C O D
Ya

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

Now Billy boy's out havin' a playin' fiddle at the local bar
The shades, cool kicks he's the Hollywood Boulevard
Slick daddy with his fat cigar sayin, 'Sign upon the dotted
He his head and said, "All I need is that fiddle of mine 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 you the door
You're off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take last licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a of me

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

Sing for your supper, nobody for free

for your 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 baby you do?
Three, four let me you the door
You're better off dead 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 what you do?
Ooo
You're better off than makin' a mess of me
Five, six your last licks
(Later)
better off dead than makin' a mess of
Mess of, of, me, yea

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