Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story 'bout a pal of
Who worked down near the Georgia
He's a D.J. in a little country
Everybody him dear
he played what they liked to hear
He built a quite a reputation

At record hops he stayed out
And his mom always wait
To see if he had it home alive
She warned against his of sleep
And driving fast in that old
And he had to be at work by five

B.J. the D.J. you're much too fast
And if you don't change ways
Don't see how you can

Every morning just past
From the he would roar
and he was late again
Then at breakneck he'd drive
To the station on at five
He had of records he must spin

His mom by the radio
Until his voice told her
She knew then that he it there alright
Then she'd say a little
Keep him for he was there
And she'd wait up for him again

Then one cold and morn
All four tires badly worn
But still he screeched off just as fast this
B.J. had a lot of
But he completely missed the
And he signed off down near the Georgia

Mom sat by the
The she heard she didn't know
B.J.'d never been this before
But with the so bad and all
She'd wait a while before she
And then she heard the upon the door

B.J. the D.J. twenty-four
A wreck at ninety an hour
spin the discs no more