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 mamma says, I sit and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing, Im

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

Im as eyed and gravely discontented
Like a nightingale a song to sing
Oh, why I have spring fever
it isnt even spring?

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

Im as busy as a 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 so gay in a melancholy way
it might as well be spring
It might as well be, might as be
It might as well be