Luyện nghe bài hát Willie Dixon Said

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

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

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

Justice lies somewhere behind,
The nots and the plasticine lies
Black spit twilight scene
Conjured up images of steam

never spoken wait on the lips
On the door step of a woman's millennium
Big bang, clothes delirium
Nostradamus' 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 Dixon
"Got to find me a to clear my head"
"Halle bop, bop", I said
Gonna halle bop me, gonna me a cab

Haze falls away revealing
Like writing a letter to myself it
Garage sales, paper trails,
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, bop", I said
halle bop me, gonna hail me a cab

Like Willie Dixon
"Got to me a place to clear 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, bop", I said
Gonna halle bop me, hail me a cab