Luyện nghe bài hát Mister D. J.

Mister DJ won't you play me a song?
Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way home
With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand behind
A in his pocket and a woman on his mind

You can pick out almost you choose
Play Home Alabama' or let Waylon sing the blues
I don't care what kind of just as long as it sounds tough
Don't play any hurting songs 'cause I feel bad

Now don't get the wrong impression, I meaning to complain
But it would be Sunday morning and I it had to rain
I was doing pretty until I heard that darned old train
who knows where

And I guess the combination's got me feeling low
And all I've got to me up is this all night radio
Why don't you play us something hot and let this wheeler
my blues away

Well, I her from a phone booth in St. Paul
When I asked her if she me, I got no reply at all
And if that's the way she wants it, the way it's gonna be
It might a little while but that's alright with me

I've been jamming gears and what went wrong
And then I on my radio and I heard a country song
And it kinda keeps me moving, me roll on down the line
But when you played that song I almost started crying

Willie drowned in 'Whiskey River' Hank Jr's rowdy friends
The Oak Ridge Boys sang 'Elvira', played the mandolin
Them old from Alabama put the pedal to the metal
And let it roll, on

And I started feeling bad when George loving her today
Why you let old Mickey Gilly get down on them eighty eight's
Come on and us something hot and let this eighteen
Wheeler my blues away

Hey DJ, hey Mister DJ
Hey Mister DJ, hey DJ