Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

The I used to like, I dont like any more
I a lot of other things, Ive never had before
Its like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing, Im

Im as restless as a willow in a
Im as jumpy as a puppet on a
Id say I had spring fever
But I it isnt spring

Im as starry and gravely discontented
a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have fever
When it isnt spring?

I keep wishing I somewhere else
down a strange new street
Hearing that I have never never heard
a man, Ive yet to meet

Im as busy as a spider spinning
Im as giddy as a on a swing
I havent seen a or a rosebud
Or a Robin or a on the wing

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