Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story a friend of mine
Who worked down near the Line
A DJ in a country station

loved him dear
'Cause he played what liked to hear
He himself quite a reputation

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

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

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

Every morning just four
From the he would roar
He overslept and he was again

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

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

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

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

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

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she didn't
BJ'd been this late before

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

BJ the DJ only twenty
A wreck at ninety an hour
spin the hits no more