Luyện nghe bài hát It Might As Well Be Spring

The things I to like, I don't like any more,
I want a lot of things I've never had before,
It's just my mamma 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 jumpy as a on a string,
I'd say I had spring fever,
But I know it spring.

I'm as starry and gravely discontented,
Like a without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have fever,
it isn't even spring?

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

I'm as busy as a spider daydreams,
I'm as as a baby 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 as well be, might as well be,
It as well be spring.