Luyện nghe bài hát Mister D. J.

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

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

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

And I the combination's got me feeling kinda low
And all I've got to me up is this all night radio
Why you play us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler
Roll my blues

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

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

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

And I started feeling bad when George stopped her today
Why don't you let old Mickey Gilly get on them eighty eight's
Come on and play us something hot and let eighteen
Wheeler roll my blues

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