Luyện nghe bài hát The Mad Hatter's Song

Oh seekers of spring how could you not find
In a time of riddling reasons in land of the blind
By the joke of fate alone it's sure as the loved hand leaves you
You clutch for the slip-stream, the to find

But do what you like, do you like, do what you like
Do what you like, do you like, do what you can
Do what you can, live till you die my poor man
For Jesus stretch out His hand no more

But in the south there's many a waving
Oh, that musky fingers move your pain
In the warm south winds the lost flowers bloom
And if you cried, you know you'd fill a lake tears
Still turn back the years

Since the city has took you mad Hatter is on my
So sad, sad to see the way it grew those other people that I
That have either fell or faltered mad Hatter is on my
And you must have to see some time

Prometheus the problem child still juggling his brains
Gives his limping leopard's visions to the in his veins
Saying Gods are I come for gain
But I am the archer the lover of laughter and mine is the arrowed

I am the archer, and my eyes yearn after the unsullied
Born of the dark waters of the of night
Dancing without movement after the clear

Oh Perithian be kind in the rumbling and trundling rickshaw of time
by the heart to the king fisher's line
I will set my one eye for the of the blind