Luyện nghe bài hát DJ Serenade

Jesus said bring me the destitute, the and the

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

Walkin' out the

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

An angle of complacency stretched me cross the
The ghost of decency drove me off the track
me off the track

Pots and pans rattle and the door
seem to find the salt
Even the scraps are tasting
It's just one more day the 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 shutting
The go to sleep
The all-night D.J.'s serenade is the company I

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

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

Walkin' out the