Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

The things I to like, I dont like any more
I want a lot of other things, Ive had before
Its just like my mamma says, I sit around and
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing, Im

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

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

I wishing I were 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 spinning daydreams
Im as as a baby on a swing
I havent seen a crocus or a
Or a Robin or a on the wing

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