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 I've never had before,
It's just like my says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and I'm adored

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

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

I keep wishing I were else,
Walking a strange new street,
words I have never never heard,
From a man yet to meet.

I'm as busy as a spinning daydreams,
I'm as as a baby on a swing,
I seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a robin or a on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a way,
That it as well be spring,
It as well be, might as well be,
It might as be spring.