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 little station

Everybody loved him
'Cause he played they liked to hear
He built quite a reputation

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

She warned against his loss of
And fast 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 morning just past
From the driveway he roar
He overslept and he was again

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

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

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

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

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 she didn't know
never been this late before

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

BJ the DJ only four
A wreck at miles an hour
spin the hits no more