Luyện nghe bài hát Mad About The Boy

I met him at a party just a of years ago,
He was rather over-hearty and
But as I'd seen him on the screen he cast a spell.
I'd basked in his
For a of hours or so.
His were a fraction too meticulous,
If he was real or not, I tell,
But like a silly I fell
Mad the boy,
I know stupid
To be mad the boy.
I'm so of it
But must
The nights
I've had the boy.
On the screen
He melts my heart
In every scene.
I'm quite aware
That and there
Are of the cad about the boy.
Lord I'm not a fool girl,
I really care.
no I'm not a
In the of her first affair.
Will it cloy
This odd diversity of and joy
I'm feeling insane
And young
And all
I'm mad the boy.
It a little silly
For a girl of my age and
To walk Piccadilly in a haze of light.
It ought to take her a good deal
To a bad girl down.
I should've been exempt for my particular of fate
As taught me such contempt for every phase of
And now I've been and spent my love torn
To weep a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
It's funny
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay appeal makes me feel
maybe something sad about the boy.
Walking down the
His look out at me from people that I meet.
I believe it's true,
But when I'm blue, in some way
I'm glad the boy.
I'm sentimental,
isn't so sublime.
I have to pay my rental And I can't afford to waste time.
If I employ a little magic
would finally destroy
This that pains me and it shames me
But I because I'm mad about the boy.