Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

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

At record hops he out late
And his mom always wait
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 by five

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

Every morning just past
the driveway he would roar
He and he was late again

Then at breakneck
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 that he made it there alright

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

Then one and rainy morn
All the were 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 she heard she didn't know
never been this late before

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

BJ the DJ twenty four
A wreck at ninety miles an
He'll the hits no more