Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

The things I used to like, I dont any more
I want a lot of other things, Ive had before
Its just my mamma says, I sit around 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 know it isnt

Im as starry eyed and gravely
Like a nightingale without a to sing
Oh, why I have spring fever
it isnt even spring?

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

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

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