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 billin'
She in triplicate, left his heart a blank too fill in
Lost his faith imaculate when Cupid became a
CHORUS: B.J. cry no more
Wonders what his is beating for
He says he takes it too hard
Give my to B.J.
In a fit of rage he tore all her gifts and promises
Sick and tired of hearing 'bout Harry, Dick and Thomases
Banished her for life he did, right and there, from 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, a bucket and a brush
B.J. town...
Now on the street our wounded soul is looking Gregarial
Heart or tin has shed his skin, it a hefty burial
As with logic, as with reason, as with science
'round the Fruvous flag burnt the kitchen, raised the aerial

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

So there we have a story lived in person by proxy
'Bout a mannequin, every Sunday hit the Roxy
Till there his own reflection, showed him his
Now he hikes the Himalayas, stuffs his full of moxie!

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