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 from
With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles
A dollar in his and a woman on his mind

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

Now get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to complain
But it be Sunday morning and I guess it had to rain
I was doing pretty 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 me up is this all night 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 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 but that's alright with me

I've been jamming gears and wondering what went
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 that hurting song I almost started crying

Willie drowned in 'Whiskey River' 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 when George stopped her today
Why don't you let old Mickey get down on them eighty eight's
Come on and play us something hot and let this
Wheeler my blues away

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