Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story bout a of mine
Who worked down near the Line
A DJ in a little country

Everybody him dear
he played what they liked to hear
He built himself a reputation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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