Luyện nghe bài hát The Mad Hatter's Song

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

But do what you like, do you like, do what you like
Do what you like, do what you like, do you can
Do you can, live till you die my poor little man
For Jesus stretch 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 flowers again
And if you cried, you know fill a lake with tears
wouldn't turn back the years

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

Prometheus the problem child still juggling his brains
Gives his limping visions to the miser in his veins
Saying Gods are indigestions I come for
But I am the archer the lover of and mine is the arrowed flight

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

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