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 talkin' with the back of his hands

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 rides for free
Eat heart out send a C O D
Ya

One, two baby, 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 it to you straight
You're off dead than makin' a mess of me

Now Billy boy's out havin' a ball 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 shook his head and said, "All I need is fiddle of mine thats all"
Sing for your supper, nobod' rides for
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 you the door
You're better off than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take last licks
Seven, eight I'm give it to you straight
You're better off than makin' a mess of me

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

Sing for supper, nobody rides for free

Sing for your supper, rides 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 better off dead makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your licks
Seven, I'm gonna 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 dead than makin' a of me
Five, six take your licks
(Later)
better off dead than makin' a mess of
Mess of, of, me, yea

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