Luyện nghe bài hát Mad About The Boy

I met him at a just a couple of years ago,
He was rather and ridiculous
But as I'd him on the screen he cast a certain spell.
I'd basked in his
For a couple of 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 stupid
To be mad the boy.
I'm so of it
But admit
The sleepless
had about the boy.
On the silver
He melts my foolish
In single scene.
Although I'm quite
That and there
Are traces of the cad the boy.
Lord knows I'm not a girl,
I really care.
no I'm not a
In the flurry of her affair.
Will it cloy
This odd of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite
And young
And all
I'm mad the boy.
It seems a little
For a girl of my age and
To down Piccadilly in a haze of light.
It to take her a good deal more
To take a bad down.
I should've been for my particular kind of fate
As taught me such contempt for every phase of
And now been and spent my love torn crown
To weep a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
It's funny
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay appeal that makes me
There's maybe sad about the boy.
down the street
His look out at me from people that I meet.
I can't believe true,
But when I'm blue, in some way
I'm glad the boy.
I'm sentimental,
isn't so sublime.
I to pay my rental And I can't afford to waste much time.
If I could employ a little
That finally destroy
This dream that pains me and it me
But I can't because I'm mad the boy.