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

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