Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

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

loved him dear
'Cause he what they liked to hear
He built quite a reputation

At hops he stayed out late
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 that he had to be at 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 past
From the driveway he would
He overslept and he was late

Then at breakneck
He'd to sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must

His mom sat by the
Until his called her "Hello"
She then 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 tonight

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

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

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

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

BJ the DJ only twenty
A wreck at ninety an hour
He'll spin the no more