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 as Happy Folk, lived
Their very existence, a mystery to the of the world
as it was by great clouds

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

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

Falling out of aeroplanes and out in holes
for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and them in the head
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 reaches 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 jewels in these above all things

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

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

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

There were no screams, there was no
The mountain called had spoken
It was only and then, nothing

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