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 I had spring fever
But I it isn't spring

I am starry-eyed and vaguely
Like a nightingale without a song to
Oh, why I have spring fever
it isn't even spring?

I keep wishing, I somewhere else
down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never
From a girl I've yet to

I'm as busy as a spider spinning
I'm as as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a on the wing
But I feel so gay in a way

That it might as be spring
It might as be spring