Luyện nghe bài hát B J Don't Cry

From the Fruvous comes a story 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
Lost his faith imaculate when Cupid became a
CHORUS: B.J. cry no more
Wonders what his heart is for
He says he takes it much too
my regards to B.J.
In a fit of rage he tore all her gifts and promises
and tired of hearing 'bout those Harry, Dick and Thomases
Banished her for life he did, then and there, from the premises
Onle his holy virgin queen, now on the scene, his

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

Turn it little man
He took a trip, B.J.'s on a
Far far away, he'll be back again one day

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

He says he takes it too hard
my regards to B.J.
And now swinging in the yard, a junior bard,
the Juliard
Give my to B.J.