Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

I'm as restless as a willow in a
I'm as as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring
But I know it even spring

I'm as starry eyed and discontented
a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have fever
When I know it isn't even

I keep wishing I were else
Walking a strange new street
Hearing that I have never heard
From a man I have yet to

I'm as busy as a spinning daydreams
I'm as as a baby on a swing
I haven't a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the

But I so gay in a melancholy way
it might as well be spring
Yes, it might, might as be spring

Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere
Walking a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never, never
From a man I yet to meet

I'm as as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as as a baby on a swing
I seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the

My, I feel so gay in a way
That it might as well be
Yeah, it might, might as well be