Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

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

I am eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to
Oh, why should I have fever
When it isn't spring

I keep wishing I were else
Walking down a new street
And hearing that I've never head
From a I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider spinning
Spinning, spinning
I'm as giddy as a baby on a
I haven't seen a crocus or a

Or a robin on the
But I so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as be spring
It might as well be