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

 Makin'  mess
 
  Billy just a singin' the blues
 Caught  lady with another man
 Lit up a smoke and did some 
 With the back  his hand
 
 She started shakin',  losing her mind
 But he was kicking back  playing it cool
  her walkin' papers
 Took  5:15 to Kalamazoo
 
 Sing  your supper,
  rides for free
 Eat your heart  I'll send it C.O.D.
 
 One,  baby what you do
 Three,  let me show you the door
 You're better off dead than makin'  mess of me
 Five, six  your last licks
 Seven,  let me give it to you straight
 You're better off dead  makin a mess of me
 
 Now Billy-boy's out havin'  ball playin' fiddle at the local bar
 Dark shades, cool kicks,  Hollywood Blvd.
 Slick Daddy and his fat  sayin':
 "Sign upon the  line!"
 He shook his  and said:
 "All I need is that fiddle of 
 
 Sing  your supper,
 Nobody rides  free
 Take your big time, I'll  care of me
 
 One, .....makin  mess of me
 
 When  came knockin'
 Billy kep-a-rockin'  this...
 
 Sing for your  send it C.O.D.
 
  a mess of me
 
 One, ....makin a mess of 
 
 Skid Row