Luyện nghe bài hát B J Don't Cry

From the Fruvous quill comes a tale of love and illin'
found the balconey too high, ended up with second billin'
She loved in triplicate, left his a blank too fill in
his faith imaculate when Cupid became a villain
CHORUS: B.J. don't cry no
Wonders what his heart is for
He says he it much too hard
Give my to B.J.
In a fit of rage he tore down all her and promises
Sick and tired of hearing 'bout Harry, Dick and Thomases
Banished her for life he did, right then and there, the premises
his holy virgin queen, now on the scene, his nemesis

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

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

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

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