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

Everybody him dear
'Cause he played what they liked to
He built quite a reputation

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

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

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

Every morning just four
From the driveway he would
He overslept and he was late

Then at speed
drive to sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he 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 safe for he was
And she'd up for him again tonight

Then one cold and rainy
All the were badly worn
But still he scratched off just as 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 she didn't know
BJ'd never been this late

But the road so bad
And all wait 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 the hits no more