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 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 it's stupid
To be mad the boy.
I'm so of it
But must
The sleepless
had about the boy.
On the screen
He melts my foolish
In single scene.
Although I'm aware
That here and
Are traces of the cad the boy.
knows I'm not a fool girl,
I really care.
no I'm not a
In the flurry of her affair.
it ever cloy
This odd of misery and joy
I'm feeling insane
And young
And all
I'm mad the boy.
It seems a silly
For a girl of my age and
To down Piccadilly in a haze of light.
It ought to take her a deal more
To a bad girl down.
I should've been for my particular kind of fate
As taught me contempt for every phase of love
And now I've been and spent my love torn
To weep a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
It's pretty
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay that makes me feel
There's something sad about the boy.
Walking down the
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,
isn't so sublime.
I have to pay my And I can't afford to waste much time.
If I could employ a little
That finally destroy
This dream pains me and it shames me
But I because I'm mad about the boy.