Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story a pal of mine
Who worked down the Georgia Line
a D.J. in a little country station
Everybody him dear
'Cause he played what they liked to
He built himself a a reputation

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

B.J. the D.J. you're living much too
And if you change your ways
see how you can last

Every morning past four
From the driveway he would
Overslept and he was late
Then at speed he'd drive
To the station on at five
He had lots of he must spin

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

one cold and rainy morn
All tires were badly worn
But still he screeched off just as this time
B.J. had a lot of
But he missed 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 late before
But the road so bad and all
She'd wait a while she called
And then she heard the knock upon the

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