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

Walkin' out the

Countless smoky Greyhounds won't cease to stop my
Cross-country railway cars where they 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 are tasting flat
It's just one more day the ain't what is used to
be
I don't mind being blind so as there's someone out
can see

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

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

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

Walkin' out the