記得有次社課提到卜洛克時，也提到了這首歌。那時有很多社員沒聽過，我說我有，改天放上來給大家聽。後來忙著就忘了，直到今天。
　　颱風就要來了。我想，在風雨交加的夜晚聽這樣的歌或許也是件不錯的事吧。
因為我在youtube找不到這首歌，所以想聽歌請到這裡。

低調請到這裡。
這個網址的有效日期只有七天。

　　　And so we’ve had another night
　　　Of poetry and proses
　　　And each man know he’ll be alone
　　　When the sacred ginmill closes
　　　And so we’ll drink the final glass
　　　Each to his joy and sorrow
　　　And hope the numbing drunk will last
　　　Till opening tomorrow
　　　And when we stumble back again
　　　Like paralytic dancers
　　　Each knows the question he must ask
　　　And each man knows the answer
　　　And so we’ll drink the final drink
　　　That cuts the brain in sections
　　　Where answers do not signify
　　　And there aren’t any questions
　　　I broke my heart the other day
　　　It will mend again tomorrow
　　　If I’d been drunk when I was born
　　　I’d be ignorant of sorrow
　　　And so we’ll drink the final toast
　　　That never can be spoken
　　　Here’s to the heart that is wise enough
　　　To know when it’s better off broke