Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A bout a friend of mine
Who worked near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little station

loved him dear
'Cause he played what they to hear
He built himself quite a

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

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

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

morning just past four
From the driveway he roar
He overslept and he was again

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

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

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

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

BJ had a lot of
But he completely missed the
And he off down near the Georgia Line

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she know
BJ'd been this late before

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

BJ the DJ twenty four
A wreck at miles an hour
He'll the hits no more