Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

At record he stayed out late
And his mom always wait
To see if he had made it home
She against his loss of sleep
And driving in that 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 change ways
Don't see how you can

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

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

Then one cold and morn
All tires were badly worn
But still he screeched off just as fast time
B.J. had a lot of
But he completely the curve
And he signed off down near the Line

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she didn't
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. only
A at ninety miles an hour
He'll spin the discs no