Luyện nghe bài hát Mad About The Boy

I met him at a party a couple of years ago,
He was rather over-hearty and
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 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
had about the boy.
On the screen
He melts my foolish
In single scene.
Although I'm quite
That here and
Are traces of the cad the boy.
Lord knows I'm not a girl,
I really care.
no I'm not a
In the of her first affair.
Will it cloy
This odd of misery and joy
I'm feeling insane
And young
And all
I'm mad the boy.
It a little silly
For a girl of my age and
To walk down Piccadilly in a of light.
It ought to take her a good deal
To take a bad down.
I should've been exempt for my particular of fate
As taught me such contempt for every phase of
And now I've been and my love torn crown
To about a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
It's funny
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay appeal that me feel
There's something sad about the boy.
Walking down the
His look out at me from people that I meet.
I believe 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 rental And I can't to waste much time.
If I could employ a little
That would finally
This dream pains me and it shames me
But I because I'm mad about the boy.