Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' A Mess

Ohh ya

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

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

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

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

Say, trouble keeps
But Billy keeps a rockin', this
Ooa

Sing for your supper, nobody for free

Sing for your supper, nobody for free
Take bits 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 off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you
You're better off dead than makin' a of m-m-me

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

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