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 they liked to hear
He built a quite a reputation

At record hops he stayed out
And his mom would always
To see if he had it home alive
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 too fast
And if you don't change your
see how you can last

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

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

Then one cold and morn
All four tires were badly
But still he off just as fast this time
B.J. had a lot of
But he missed the curve
And he signed off near the Georgia Line

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she know
B.J.'d been this late before
But the road so bad and all
She'd a while before she called
And she heard the knock upon the door

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