Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' A Mess

Ohh ya

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

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

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

Now Billy boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the bar
The dark shades, cool he's the Hollywood Boulevard
Slick daddy with his fat cigar sayin, upon the dotted line'
He shook his head and said, "All I need is that fiddle of mine all"
Sing for your supper, rides for free
But your big time off so you can roll of m-m-me, m-m-me 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 take last licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna it to you straight
You're off dead than makin' a mess of me

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

for your supper, nobody rides for free

Sing for your supper, nobody 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, 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 give it to you
You're off dead than makin' a mess of m-m-me

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

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