Luyện nghe bài hát The Mad Hatter's Song

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

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

But in the south there's many a tree
Oh, would that musky fingers move your
In the warm winds the lost flowers bloom again
And if you cried, you you'd fill a lake with tears
Still wouldn't turn back the

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

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

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

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