Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

Everybody him dear
he played what they liked to hear
He built himself a reputation

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

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

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

Every just past four
the driveway he would roar
He overslept and he was late

at breakneck speed
He'd to sign 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 he made it there alright

she'd say a little prayer
He'd be safe for he was
And she'd wait up for him again

Then one cold and rainy
All the tires badly worn
But still he scratched off as fast as time

BJ had a lot of
But he missed the curve
And he off down near the Georgia Line

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

But the road so bad
And all she'd wait a while 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