Luyện nghe bài hát DJ Serenade

Jesus said me the destitute, the hungry and the

It don't matter what you brand me, why you take
pick
It ain't the lack of money that makes a fella
It's the of the one you love walkin' out the

Walkin' out the

Countless smoky Greyhounds cease to stop my rest
Cross-country railway cars where they serve the

An angle of stretched me cross the rack
The smiling ghost of drove me off the track
me off the track

Pots and pans and the door slams
seem to find the salt
Even the are tasting flat
It's just one more day the dollar ain't what is to
be
I don't being blind so long as there's someone out
can see

One by one the TVs are shutting
The go to sleep
The all-night D.J.'s is the only company I

There's little rhyme or to these words that
float in
They recall some times and I can no longer
clearly
No clearly place

It the lack of money that makes a fella poor
It's the footsteps of the one you love out the

Walkin' out the