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

Walkin' out the

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

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

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

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

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

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