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

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