Luyện nghe bài hát B J Don't Cry

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

He thought about his life, his began to rush
He buried the crown, found a bucket and a
B.J. town...
Now on the street our wounded soul is looking quite
or tin has shed his skin, given it a hefty burial
As with logic, as with reason, as science 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 there we have a story lived in told by proxy
a mild-mannered mannequin, every 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 much too
my regards to B.J.
And now he's in the yard, a junior bard,
He's the
my regards to B.J.