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, way from home
a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind
A in his pocket and a woman on his mind

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

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 pretty good until I heard that darned old train
Going who knows

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 us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler
Roll my blues

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

I've been gears and wondering what went 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 when you played that hurting song I almost crying

Willie in 'Whiskey River' with Hank Jr's rowdy friends
The Oak Ridge Boys sang 'Elvira', Ricky played the
Them old boys from 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
Come on and play us hot and let this eighteen
Wheeler roll my blues

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