Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A bout a friend of mine
Who worked down the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country

Everybody him dear
'Cause he played what liked to hear
He built himself quite a

At record he stayed out late
And his mom would 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 too fast
And if you don't your ways
Don't see how you can

Every just past four
From the driveway he roar
He and he was late again

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

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 wait up for him again tonight

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

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

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

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

BJ the DJ twenty four
A at ninety miles an hour
He'll spin the no more