Luyện nghe bài hát Mister D. J.

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

You can out almost anything you choose
Play 'Sweet Home Alabama' or let sing the blues
I don't care kind of music just as long as it sounds tough
Don't play any hurting songs 'cause I 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 pretty good until I heard that darned old train
Going who where

And I guess the got me feeling kinda low
And all I've got to cheer me up is this all radio
Why don't you play us something hot and let this wheeler
Roll my away

Well, I called her 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 hurt a little while but that's alright with me

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

drowned in 'Whiskey River' with Hank Jr's rowdy friends
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 George stopped loving her today
Why don't you let old Mickey get down on them eighty eight's
on and play us something hot and let this eighteen
Wheeler my blues away

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