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
pick
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 won't cease to stop my rest
Cross-country railway where they only serve the

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

Pots and rattle and the door slams
seem to find the salt
Even the scraps are flat
It's just one more day the dollar ain't what is to
be
I don't mind being blind so 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 only I

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

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

Walkin' out the