Luyện nghe bài hát DJ Serenade

Jesus bring me the destitute, the hungry and the

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

Walkin' out the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walkin' out the