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 loved him
he played what they liked to hear
He built a quite a reputation

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

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

morning just past four
From the he would roar
Overslept and he was again
Then at breakneck speed he'd
To sign the on at five
He had lots of records he must

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

Then one cold and morn
All four tires badly worn
But still he screeched off as fast this 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 with the so bad and all
She'd a while before she called
And then she heard the knock upon the

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