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 him on the screen 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 it's stupid
To be mad the boy.
I'm so of it
But must
The nights
I've had the boy.
On the screen
He melts my heart
In single scene.
Although I'm aware
here and there
Are traces of the cad the boy.
Lord I'm not a fool girl,
I shouldn't care.
no I'm not a
In the flurry of her affair.
it ever cloy
This odd diversity of and joy
I'm quite insane
And again
And all
I'm mad the boy.
It seems a little
For a of my age and weight
To down Piccadilly in a haze of light.
It ought to her a good deal more
To a bad girl down.
I should've been exempt for my kind of fate
As taught me contempt for every phase of love
And now I've been and my love torn crown
To about a painted clown.
Mad the boy,
pretty funny
But I'm mad the boy.
He has a gay that makes me feel
There's maybe sad about the boy.
Walking down the
His eyes look out at me from 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 afford to waste much time.
If I could employ a magic
That finally destroy
This dream that pains me and it me
But I can't because I'm mad the boy.