🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Makin'a Mess - Skid Row

 Makin'  mess
 
 T-bone  just a singin' the blues
  his lady with another man
 Lit up a smoke and did  talkin'
 With the back of his 
 
 She started shakin', started losing  mind
 But he was kicking back and playing  cool
  her walkin' papers
 Took the 5:15 to 
 
 Sing for  supper,
 Nobody rides for 
 Eat your heart  I'll send it C.O.D.
 
  two baby what you do
 Three, four let me show you  door
 You're better off dead than  a mess of me
 Five, six  your last licks
 Seven, eight let me give it to  straight
 You're better off dead than makin a mess of 
 
 Now Billy-boy's out  a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar
 Dark shades, cool kicks, he's Hollywood 
 Slick Daddy and his fat cigar 
  upon the dotted line!"
 He  his head and said:
 "All I need is that fiddle  mine!"
 
 Sing for your 
 Nobody  for free
  your big time, I'll take care of me
 
 One, .....makin a mess  me
 
 When  came knockin'
 Billy kep-a-rockin'  this...
 
 Sing for your ....I'll  it C.O.D.
 
 One,.....makin a  of me
 
  ....makin a mess of me
 
 Skid Row