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

Once upon a time, at the foot of a great
There was a town where the known as Happy Folk, lived
very existence, a mystery to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by great

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

one day, strange folk arrived in the town
They in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses
But no one noticed
only saw shadows.
You see, without the of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind

Falling out of and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people home
out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now dancing 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 found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and

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

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

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

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

There were no screams, there was no
The mountain Monkey had spoken
It was fire and then, nothing

Oh, little in U.S.A., the time has come to see
There's you believe you want
But where were you it all came down on me?
Did you me? No