Luyện nghe bài hát Mister D. J.

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

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

Now get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to complain
But it would be Sunday morning and I it had to rain
I was pretty good 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 cheer me up is this all radio
Why don't you us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler
my blues away

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

I've been jamming and wondering what went wrong
And I turned 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 I almost started crying

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

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

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