Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

Everybody loved him
'Cause he played they 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 home

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

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

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

at breakneck speed
He'd drive to the station on at five
He had lots of he must spin

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

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

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

BJ had a lot of
But he completely the curve
And he signed off down near the Georgia

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she know
never been this late before

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

BJ the DJ only twenty
A wreck at ninety miles an
He'll spin the hits no