Luyện nghe bài hát Willie Dixon Said

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

smoke's lightening coming up the trees
Wrap it up nice, put a bow 'round it
myself again, and again, and again
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
Gonna bop me, gonna hail me a cab

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

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

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

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

Willie Dixon 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 away revealing
Like writing a to myself it seems
Garage sales, trails, e-mails
Junk mail there for the that fail

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

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