Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey's Head

Once upon a time, at the foot of a mountain
There was a town where the people known as Happy Folk,
Their very existence, a to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by clouds

Here they played out their lives
Innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was in the world below
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain Monkey was enough.

one day, strange folk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, behind dark glasses
But no one them
They saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in
Waiting for the sunset to come, going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the
Now everybody dancing the of the dead
The dance of the dead, the dance of the

In time, the strange folk found their way into the higher of the mountain
And it was there that they found the of unimaginable sincerity and beauty

By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to
The strange folk, they coveted the in these caves above all things

And soon they began to mine the
It's rich fueling the chaos of their own world
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happy Folk slept
Their dreams invaded by shadowy digging away at their souls

Every day, people would wake and at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness their lives?
And as the strange folk mined deeper and into the mountain
began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
That chilled the very soul of the

For the first time, the happy folk felt
For knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep
Then came a sound, distant first, it grew into castrophany
So that it could be heard far away in space

There no screams, there was no time
The mountain Monkey had spoken
It was only and then, nothing

Oh, little town in U.S.A., the time has to see
There's nothing you believe you
But where were you it all came down on me?
Did you me? No