Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story bout a friend of
Who worked down near the Line
A DJ in a little station

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom sat by the
The voice she she didn't know
BJ'd never been this 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 miles an hour
spin the hits no more