Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story bout a of mine
Who worked down near the Georgia
A DJ in a little station

Everybody loved him
'Cause he played they liked to hear
He built himself a reputation

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

She warned against his loss of
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 your
Don't see how you can

Every morning just past
From the he would roar
He overslept and he was late

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

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

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

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

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

Mom sat by the
The voice she she didn't know
BJ'd never this late before

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

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