Luyện nghe bài hát Willie Dixon Said

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

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

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

Justice lies behind, between
The nots and the plasticine lies
spit twilight holograph scene
Conjured up images of apocalypse

Words never spoken wait on the
On the door step of a woman's millennium
Big bang, wash delirium
Nostradamus' impostor and one run

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

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

Haze falls revealing dreams
writing a letter to myself it seems
Garage sales, paper trails,
Junk mail there for the plans that

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

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