Luyện nghe bài hát Willie Dixon Said

Junkyard pilot and his derelict
Blactop, halle bop, news, do you get it?
comes so slick that you can't predict the news
Water it down like blues

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

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

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

Justice somewhere behind, between
The have and the plasticine lies
spit twilight holograph scene
Conjured up of apocalypse steam

Words never wait on the lips
On the door step of a woman's millennium
Big bang, clothes delirium
impostor and one last run

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

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

Haze falls away revealing
Like writing a to myself it seems
sales, paper trails, e-mails
Junk mail there for the that fail

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

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

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