Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

At record hops he out late
And his mom would wait
To see if he had it home alive
She warned against his of sleep
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 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 he'd
To sign the on at five
He had of records he must spin

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

Then one and rainy morn
All four tires were worn
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 she didn't know
B.J.'d never been this late
But the road so bad and all
She'd wait a while before she
And then she heard the upon the door

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