Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story a friend of mine
Who worked down the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country

loved him dear
'Cause he played what they liked to
He built quite a reputation

At hops he stayed out late
And his mom would always
To see if he had made it alive

She warned his loss of sleep
And driving in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by

BJ the DJ, you're living too fast
And if you change your ways
Don't see how you can

Every morning just past
From the driveway he would
He overslept and he was again

Then at breakneck
He'd drive to the station on at five
He had lots of records he must

His mom sat by the
his voice called her "Hello"
She knew then that he made it there

Then she'd say a little
be safe for he was there
And she'd wait up for him tonight

Then one cold and morn
All the tires were worn
But still he scratched off just as as time

BJ had a lot of
But he completely the curve
And he signed off down the Georgia Line

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she didn't
BJ'd never been late before

But with the so bad
And all she'd wait a before she called
And then she heard the knock upon the

BJ the DJ only twenty
A wreck at ninety miles an
He'll spin the no more