Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story a pal of mine
Who worked down the Georgia Line
He's a D.J. in a country station
Everybody him dear
'Cause he played what they liked to
He himself a quite a reputation

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

B.J. the D.J. you're living too fast
And if you don't change your
see how you can last

Every morning just four
From the driveway he roar
and he was late again
Then at breakneck speed he'd
To the station on at five
He had lots of records he spin

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

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

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she know
B.J.'d never been this before
But with the so bad and all
She'd a while before she called
And then she heard the upon the door

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