Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

The things I to like, I dont like any more
I a lot of other things, Ive never had before
Its just like my says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending 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 fever
it isnt even spring?

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

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

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