Luyện nghe bài hát Mad About The Boy

I met him at a just a couple of years ago,
He was over-hearty 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 or not, I couldn't tell,
But a silly fool I fell
Mad the boy,
I know stupid
To be mad the boy.
I'm so of it
But must
The nights
I've had the boy.
On the silver
He melts my heart
In every scene.
Although I'm aware
That and there
Are traces of the cad 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
This odd diversity of and joy
I'm feeling quite
And again
And all
I'm mad the boy.
It seems a silly
For a girl of my age and
To walk Piccadilly in a haze of light.
It ought to take her a good more
To take a bad down.
I been exempt for my particular kind of fate
As taught me such for every phase of love
And now I've been and spent my love torn
To about a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
pretty funny
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay appeal that makes me
maybe something sad about the boy.
Walking down the
His look out at me from people that I meet.
I can't believe 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 afford to much time.
If I could a little magic
That would finally
This dream pains me and it shames me
But I can't because I'm mad the boy.