Luyện nghe bài hát The Mad Hatter's Song

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

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

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

the city has took you mad Hatter is on my mind
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

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

I am the archer, and my eyes after the unsullied sight
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
Hooked by the heart to the fisher's line
I will set my one eye for the of the blind