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 home
With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles
A dollar in his pocket and a on his mind

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

Now don't get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to
But it would be Sunday and I guess it had to rain
I was doing pretty good until I that darned old train
Going who knows

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

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

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

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

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

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