Luyện nghe bài hát The Mad Hatter's Song

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

But do you like, do what 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 will out His hand no more

But in the south there's a waving tree
Oh, would that fingers move your pain
In the warm south winds the lost bloom again
And if you cried, you know fill a lake with tears
Still wouldn't turn 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 I knew
have either fell or faltered mad Hatter is on my mind
And you must to see clear some time

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

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

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