Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

At record hops he stayed out
And his mom always wait
To see if he had it home alive
She warned against his loss of
And driving in that old heap
And that he had to be at by five

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

Every morning just 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
his voice told her hello
She knew then that he made it alright
she'd say a little prayer
Keep him for he was there
And she'd up for him again tonight

Then one and rainy morn
All four tires were badly
But still he screeched off just as this time
B.J. had a lot of
But he completely missed the
And he signed off down near the Georgia

Mom sat by the
The voice she she didn't know
B.J.'d never been late before
But with the so bad and all
She'd a while before she called
And then she heard the knock the door

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