Luyện nghe bài hát Mad About The Boy

I met him at a party just a couple of ago,
He was over-hearty and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the screen he a certain spell.
I'd basked in his
For a of hours or so.
His manners were a too meticulous,
If he was or not, I couldn't tell,
But like a fool I fell
Mad the boy,
I it's stupid
To be mad the boy.
I'm so of it
But must
The sleepless
I've had the boy.
On the silver
He melts my foolish
In every scene.
I'm quite aware
That and there
Are of the cad about the boy.
Lord knows I'm not a girl,
I shouldn't care.
no I'm not a
In the of her first affair.
Will it ever
odd diversity of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite
And again
And all
I'm mad the boy.
It a little silly
For a girl of my age and
To down Piccadilly in a haze of light.
It ought to her a good deal more
To take a bad down.
I been exempt for my particular kind of fate
As taught me such contempt for every phase of
And now I've been and spent my love crown
To about a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
It's funny
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay appeal that makes me
maybe something sad about the boy.
Walking the street
His look out at me from people that I meet.
I can't it's true,
But when I'm blue, in strange way
I'm glad the boy.
I'm sentimental,
isn't so sublime.
I have to pay my rental And I can't to waste much time.
If I employ a little magic
That would finally
dream that pains me and it shames me
But I because I'm mad about the boy.