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
your
It ain't the lack of that makes a fella poor
It's the of the one you love walkin' out the

Walkin' out the

smoky Greyhounds won't cease to stop my rest
Cross-country railway cars where only serve the

An of complacency stretched me cross the rack
The smiling ghost of decency drove me off the
Drove me off the

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

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

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

It ain't the lack of money makes a fella poor
the footsteps of the one you love walkin' out the

Walkin' out the