Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

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

Im as as a willow in a windstorm
Im as as a puppet on a string
Id say that I had spring
But I it isnt spring

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

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

Im as as a spider spinning daydreams
Im as giddy as a baby on a
I havent seen a crocus or a
Or a Robin or a bluebird on the

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