Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

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

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

Every morning past four
the driveway he would roar
Overslept and he was again
Then at breakneck speed drive
To sign the station on at
He had of records he must spin

His mom sits by the
his voice told her hello
She then that he made it there alright
she'd say a little prayer
Keep him for he was there
And she'd up for him again tonight

one cold and rainy morn
All four tires were badly
But still he screeched off just as fast 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 didn't
B.J.'d never been this before
But the road so bad and all
wait a while before she called
And then she heard the knock the door

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