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

Once upon a time, at the of a great mountain
There was a town the people known as Happy Folk, lived
Their existence, a mystery to the rest of the world
as it was by great clouds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

were no screams, there was no time
The called Monkey had spoken
It was only and then, nothing

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