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 things, Ive never 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 that I had fever
But I it isnt spring

Im as starry eyed and discontented
a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring
it isnt even spring?

I keep wishing I 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 daydreams
Im as as a baby on a swing
I seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a or a bluebird on the wing

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