Luyện nghe bài hát It Might As Well Be Spring

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

I'm as restless as a in a windstorm,
I'm as as a puppet on a string,
I'd say I had spring fever,
But I it isn't spring.

I'm as starry and gravely discontented,
a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have fever,
When it even spring?

I keep wishing I somewhere else,
Walking down a new street,
Hearing words I have never heard,
From a man 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 robin or a on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a way,
That it might as be spring,
It might as be, might as well be,
It as well be spring.