Luyện nghe bài hát It Might As Well Be Spring

The things I used to like, I don't any more,
I want a lot of other things never had before,
It's just like my says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm

I'm as as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as as a puppet on a string,
I'd say I had spring fever,
But I know it spring.

I'm as eyed and gravely discontented,
Like a nightingale a song to sing.
Oh, why should I spring fever,
it isn't even spring?

I keep I were somewhere else,
down a strange new street,
Hearing I have never never heard,
a man I've yet to meet.

I'm as busy as a spider daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a on a swing,
I haven't seen a or a rosebud,
Or a or a bluebird on the wing,
But I so gay in a melancholy way,
That it as well be spring,
It as well be, might as well be,
It might as be spring.