Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

I'm as restless as a willow in a
I'm as as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had fever
But I it isn't Spring

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

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

I'm as as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a
I haven't a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
But I so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as be Spring

It as well be Spring