Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story bout a of mine
Who worked down near the Georgia
A DJ in a country station

Everybody loved him
he played what they liked to hear
He built himself quite a

At record he stayed out late
And his mom always wait
To see if he had it home alive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she know
BJ'd been this late before

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

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