Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

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

Im as restless as a willow in a
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
Like a nightingale without a to sing
Oh, why should I spring fever
When it isnt spring?

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

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

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