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 where the people known as Happy Folk, lived
Their very existence, a mystery to the of the world
Obscured as it was by clouds

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

Then one day, folk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden dark glasses
But no one them
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 to come, people going home
out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody the dance 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 they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty

By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to
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 Folk slept restlessly
Their dreams by shadowy figures digging away at their souls

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

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

There no screams, there was no time
The mountain called Monkey had
It was only fire and then,

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