Luyện nghe bài hát Makin' A Mess

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T Bone just 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' started losing her
But he was back and playing it cool
Signed her walkin' papers took the 5:15 to
Sing for your supper, but nobod' rides for
Eat your out send a C O D
Ya

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

Now Billy boy's out havin' a ball fiddle at the local bar
The dark shades, cool 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 your big time off so you can roll of m-m-me, m-m-me 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 last licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you
better off dead than makin' a mess of me

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

Sing for your supper, nobody for free

Sing for your supper, rides for free
Take your bits out I'll you to m-m-me, m-m-me, m-m-me, yea

One, two what you do?
Three, four let me you the door
You're better off dead than 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 m-m-me

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