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 where the people as Happy Folk, lived
Their very existence, a to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by great

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

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

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

In time, the strange folk their way into the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was that 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 all things

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

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

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

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

Oh, little town in U.S.A., the has come to see
nothing you believe you want
But were you when it all came down on me?
Did you me? No