Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story bout a friend of
Who down near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country

Everybody loved him
'Cause he played what they liked to
He himself quite a reputation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BJ the DJ only twenty
A wreck at ninety an hour
spin the hits no more