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

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

Then one day, strange folk in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden dark glasses
But no one noticed
They saw shadows.
You see, the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind

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

In time, the folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was there that found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty

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

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

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

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

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

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