Luyện nghe bài hát It Might as Well Be Spring

The things I used to like, I dont any more
I a lot of other things, Ive never had before
Its like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
that I am so wonderful and knowing, Im adored

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 spring

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

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

Im as busy as a spinning daydreams
Im as giddy as a baby on a
I seen a crocus or a rosebud
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 might as well be