Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

I'm as as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a on a string
I'd say that I had fever
But I know it spring

I am starry-eyed and discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to
Oh, why should I have Spring
it isn't even spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere
Walking a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never
a girl I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider daydreams
I'm as as a baby on a swing
I haven't a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
But I so gay in a melancholy way
it might as well be spring

It as well be spring