Luyện nghe bài hát Mad About The Boy

I met him at a party just a of years ago,
He was rather and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the he cast a certain spell.
I'd basked in his
For a of hours or so.
His manners were a too meticulous,
If he was real or not, I tell,
But a silly fool I fell
Mad the boy,
I know it's
To be mad the boy.
I'm so of it
But must
The sleepless
I've had the boy.
On the screen
He my foolish heart
In every scene.
I'm quite aware
That and there
Are of the cad about the boy.
knows I'm not a fool girl,
I really care.
no I'm not a
In the of her first affair.
Will it ever
This odd diversity of and joy
I'm quite insane
And again
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 deal more
To take a bad down.
I should've been exempt for my kind of fate
As taught me contempt for every phase of love
And now I've been and my love torn crown
To weep a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
It's pretty
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay appeal that me feel
There's maybe sad about the boy.
Walking the street
His look out at me from people that I meet.
I can't it's true,
But I'm blue, in some strange way
I'm glad the boy.
I'm sentimental,
Love so sublime.
I have to pay my rental And I can't afford to waste time.
If I could employ a magic
That would destroy
This dream that me and it shames me
But I can't because I'm mad the boy.