Luyện nghe bài hát Mister D. J.

Mister DJ you please play me a song?
Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way home
With a thousand ahead and a thousand miles behind
A in his pocket and a woman on his mind

You can pick out almost you choose
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 play any hurting songs 'cause I feel bad

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

Well, I called her a phone booth in St. Paul
When I asked her if she me, I got no reply at all
And if the way she wants it, that's the way it's 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 kinda keeps me moving, helps me roll on down the
But when you that hurting song I almost started crying

Willie in 'Whiskey River' with Hank Jr's rowdy friends
The Oak Ridge 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 loving 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 my blues away

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