Luyện nghe bài hát Mister D. J.

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

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

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 good until I heard that darned old
Going who where

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

Well, I her from a phone booth in St. Paul
When I her if she loved me, I got no reply at all
And if that's the way she wants it, that's the way it's be
It might hurt a little while but alright 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 keeps me moving, me roll on down the line
But when you played that hurting song I almost crying

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

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

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