Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story bout a friend of
Who worked down the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country

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

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

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

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

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

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 it there alright

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

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

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

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

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

BJ the DJ twenty four
A at ninety miles an hour
He'll spin the hits no