Luyện nghe bài hát DJ Serenade

Jesus said me the destitute, the hungry and the

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

Walkin' out the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walkin' out the