Luyện nghe bài hát DJ Serenade

Jesus said bring me the destitute, the and the

It don't what you brand me, why don't you take
pick
It ain't the lack of money that makes a 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 only the

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

Pots and rattle and the door slams
Can't seem to the salt
the scraps are tasting flat
It's one more 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 shutting
The go to sleep
The all-night D.J.'s serenade is the company I

There's rhyme or reason to these words that
float in
They recall some times and 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