Luyện nghe bài hát Mister D. J.

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

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

Now don't get the impression, I ain't meaning to complain
But it be Sunday morning and I guess it had to rain
I was doing pretty good until I heard darned old train
who knows where

And I guess the combination's got me kinda low
And all I've got to me up is this all night radio
Why you play 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 the way she wants it, that's the way it's gonna be
It might hurt a little while but that's alright me

been jamming gears and wondering what went wrong
And then I 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 song I almost crying

Willie drowned in 'Whiskey River' Hank Jr's rowdy friends
The Oak Boys sang 'Elvira', Ricky played the mandolin
old boys from Alabama 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 Gilly get down on them eighty
Come on and play us something hot and let eighteen
Wheeler my blues away

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