Luyện nghe bài hát B J Don't Cry

From the Fruvous quill comes a tale of love and illin'
Romeo found the balconey too high, ended up with second
She loved in triplicate, left his a blank too fill in
his faith imaculate when Cupid became a villain
CHORUS: B.J. cry no more
Wonders what his is beating for
He he takes it much too hard
Give my to B.J.
In a fit of he tore down all her gifts and promises
Sick and tired of hearing 'bout those Harry, and Thomases
Banished her for life he did, right then and there, the premises
Onle his holy virgin queen, now on the scene, his

He thought his life, his heart began to rush
He buried the crown, found a and a brush
B.J. town...
Now on the our wounded soul is looking quite Gregarial
or tin has shed his skin, given it a hefty burial
As with logic, as with reason, as with actuarial
Rallied 'round the Fruvous flag burnt the kitchen, the aerial

Turn it over man
He a trip, B.J.'s on a train
Far far away, be back again one rainy day

So we have a story lived in person told by proxy
a mild-mannered mannequin, every Sunday hit the Roxy
Till there his own reflection, him his orthodoxy
Now he hikes the Himalayas, stuffs his letters of moxie!

He he takes it much too hard
my regards to B.J.
And now he's in the yard, a junior bard,
He's the
Give my to B.J.