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

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

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

Then one day, folk arrived in the town
came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses
But no one noticed
only saw shadows.
You see, the truth 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 everybody dancing the of the dead
The of the dead, the dance of the dead

In time, the folk found their way into the higher 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, coveted the jewels in these caves above all things

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

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

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

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

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