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

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