Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A bout a friend of mine
Who worked down the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little station

Everybody loved him
'Cause he what they liked to hear
He built himself a reputation

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

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

BJ the DJ, you're living much too
And if you don't change your
see how you can last

Every morning just past
From the he would roar
He overslept and he was late

Then at speed
He'd to sign the station on at five
He had of records he must spin

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

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

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

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

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

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

BJ the DJ only twenty
A at ninety miles an hour
He'll the hits no more