Luyện nghe bài hát It Might As Well Be Spring

The things I used to like, I don't any more,
I a lot of other things I've never had before,
just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so and knowing 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 eyed and gravely discontented,
Like a nightingale a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have fever,
When it even spring?

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

I'm as as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a on a swing,
I seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a or a bluebird on the wing,
But I so gay in a melancholy way,
That it might as be spring,
It might as be, might as well be,
It might as be spring.