Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' A Mess

Ohh ya

it up

T Bone Billy 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 shakin' losing her mind
But he was kicking 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 a mess 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 kicks the Hollywood Boulevard
daddy with his fat cigar sayin, 'Sign upon the dotted line'
He shook his head and said, "All I need is that of mine thats all"
for your supper, nobod' rides for free
But take your big time off so you can 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 makin' a of me
Five, six take your last
Seven, eight I'm give it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a of me

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

for your supper, nobody rides for free

Sing for your supper, nobody rides for
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 of m-m-me

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