Luyện nghe bài hát Mad About The Boy

I met him at a party just a couple of ago,
He was rather over-hearty and
But as I'd seen him on the screen he a certain spell.
I'd basked in his
For a couple of 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 admit
The nights
had about the boy.
On the silver
He melts my foolish
In single scene.
Although I'm aware
That and there
Are traces of the cad the boy.
Lord I'm not a fool girl,
I really care.
no I'm not a
In the flurry of her affair.
Will it ever
odd diversity of misery and joy
I'm quite insane
And young
And all
I'm mad the boy.
It seems a silly
For a girl of my age and
To walk down in a haze of light.
It ought to her a good deal more
To take a bad down.
I should've been exempt for my particular kind of
As taught me such for every phase of love
And now I've been and spent my love crown
To weep a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
pretty funny
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay appeal that me feel
There's something sad about the boy.
Walking the street
His eyes look out at me people that I meet.
I can't believe true,
But I'm blue, in some strange way
I'm about the boy.
I'm sentimental,
Love so sublime.
I have to pay my rental And I afford to waste much time.
If I employ a little magic
That finally destroy
This dream pains me and it shames me
But I because I'm mad about the boy.