Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

The things I used to like, I dont like any
I want a lot of things, Ive never had before
Its like my mamma 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 jumpy as a on a string
Id say I had spring fever
But I know it isnt

Im as starry and gravely discontented
Like a nightingale a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring
When it isnt even

I keep I were somewhere else
Walking down a new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man, Ive yet to

Im as busy as a spinning daydreams
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 be, might as well be
It might as be spring