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

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