Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

At hops he stayed out late
And his mom always wait
To see if he had made it alive
She warned his loss of sleep
And driving in that old heap
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
Don't see how you can

morning just past four
From the he would roar
and he was late again
Then at breakneck speed drive
To the station on at five
He had lots of records he must

His mom by the radio
Until his voice told her
She knew then that he made it alright
Then say a little prayer
him safe for he was there
And wait up for him again tonight

Then one cold and morn
All four tires badly 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 she heard she didn't know
B.J.'d never been this before
But the road so bad and all
She'd wait a while she called
And she heard the knock upon the door

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