Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

At record hops he out late
And his mom would always
To see if he had it home alive
She warned his loss of sleep
And driving fast in old heap
And that he had to be at work by

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

Every just past four
the driveway he would roar
Overslept and he was late
at breakneck speed he'd drive
To sign the on at five
He had lots of records he must

His mom by the radio
Until his told her hello
She knew that he made it there alright
Then she'd say a prayer
Keep him for he was there
And she'd wait up for him tonight

Then one and rainy morn
All four tires badly worn
But still he screeched off just as fast time
B.J. had a lot of
But he missed the curve
And he signed off down near the Line

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

B.J. the D.J. only
A at ninety miles an hour
He'll spin the no more