Luyện nghe bài hát Willie Dixon Said

Junkyard and his sidekick derelict
Blactop, bop, microbus news, do you get it?
Dialect comes so slick that you can't the news
Water it like butternut blues

Black smoke's lightening up the trees
Wrap it up nice, put a bow it please
Telly again, and again, and again
Get out of this, son, of mind we're in

Like Willie Dixon
"Got to me a place to clear my head"
"Halle bop, halle bop", I
halle bop me, gonna hail me a cab

Like Willie Dixon
"Got to find me a to clear my head"
"Halle bop, bop", I said
Gonna halle bop me, gonna me a cab

Justice lies behind, between
The have nots and the lies
Black spit holograph scene
up images of apocalypse steam

Words never spoken wait on the
On the door step of a millennium hips
Big bang, clothes delirium
Nostradamus' and one last run

Willie Dixon said
"Got to find me a place to my head"
"Halle bop, bop", I said
Gonna halle bop me, gonna me a cab

Willie Dixon said
"Got to find me a to clear my head"
"Halle bop, bop", I said
Gonna bop me, gonna hail me a cab

Haze away revealing dreams
Like writing a letter to it seems
sales, paper trails, e-mails
Junk mail for the plans that fail

God, I miss you, I you real bad
The only thing real I've ever had
"Halle bop, halle bop", I
halle bop me, gonna hail me a cab

Like Willie said
"Got to me a place to clear my head"
"Halle bop, bop", I said
Gonna bop me, gonna hail me a cab

Willie Dixon said
"Got to find me a place to my head"
"Halle bop, bop", I said
Gonna bop me, gonna hail me a cab