Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story a friend of mine
Who worked near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a country 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 always wait
To see if he had made it alive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BJ the DJ twenty four
A at ninety miles an hour
spin the hits no more